Gods of an Unown World

[Manaphy Mare]

Here's my sign up. I hope it meets your standards.

Name: Curran
Legendary: Mew
Gender: Male
Age: 16

Description: Curran stands at a medium-tall height. His build is slender and athletic he is as fast and strong as he appears. He has tan skin for someone who appears to be of Celtic descent with no visible acne. His fiery orange hair is somewhat long, falling just past his earlobes, and pin-straight and his bangs serve to perfectly frame his dazzling emerald eyes.

His ears come to an elf-like point and have a pink triangle tattoo on the back that looks like a cat’s ear. His face is moderately long, yet a little rounded with high cheekbones and smooth cheeks. His eyebrows are fairly thin when compared to his peers. The expression that is usually adorning his face is one of both wisdom and curiosity. His features seem to by fairly sharp and pointed. All aside from his nose, that is. His nose is actually quite petite and comes to a rounded, straightforward point.

Curran’s wardrobe varies from day to day, but always has a red/silver color scheme. One of his typical outfits is a silver shirt with red trim at the bottom with a red and silver striped sweater over it. The sweater itself is quite interesting in construction. His sweater cuts off just above his hips, but his top continues down another quarter foot. His sleeves, on the other hand, manage to extend a little past his wrists, ending just before his thumb. His pants are silver, red, and white plaid and go down to a pair of shoes that are designed to resemble shadow the hedgehog’s air-skates and have a matching color scheme. Atop his head rests a silver bucket hat with red rings embroidered onto the brim.

His other outfit is a red, skin tight turtleneck with sleeves that reach just above his elbows. The top itself is a poly-cotton blend and cuts off roughly an inch and a half below his sternum, revealing a faint -yet very much defined- six pack. Over this he wears a sleeveless, silver-colored jacket with a lighter gray inside that is usually left open. When he wears this outfit he wears a pair of gray, stonewashed jeans that seem to be right there in-between regular and skinny cut. With this outfit he wears a pair of red, half finger gloves made from the same material as his top. His shoes with this are a pair of red, slip-on vans with gray ankle socks.

Personality: Curran is innocent like a child and occasionally gullible. He cares about all life, and will often put someone else’s safety before his. His most obvious quality is his purity of heart; he is always kind and caring. He tends to be calm with a very level head. This is not to say that nothing can rattle him, he is actually easily startled or scared. Curran is fairly curious and willing to try new things at least once. It is this curiosity that often gets him into sticky situations, luckily he usually has his friends there to bail him out.

His general demeanor is fairly kind and outgoing. He still remains quiet and serious, but he is much more outgoing and willing to put his two cents in. The two constant traits he has is his ease of scaring and startling; especially by thugs, gang members and thunder. His typical reaction when presented with any of these is to duck behind one of his tougher-looking friends for protection or –in the case of the latter- duck under the covers. Even though he is easily frightened, ghost stories and haunted houses don’t really scare him that much due to their predictability (and the horror movies he and his "mom" watch every Friday night); they may, however, get a scream of surprise -especially if the source is behind him- and an occasional jump behind his closest -physically speaking- friend for cover.

The first thing people notice about Curran is his high levels of energy. He tends to be very adventurous with a can-do attitude. On his free time he usually explores the urban jungle some people call New York City. He can find his way anywhere quite easily and his sense of direction is impeccable. He is very good with animals and is viewed by some to be a modern-day St. Francis of Assisi*.



Origin:
A teen began awoke in a back alley along New York's fifth avenue. He stood up and looked around as he tried to figure out where he was. He looked down to discover that he was naked. Upon realizing this, his face became a bright scarlet. His cheeks would have made Groudon seem pale. When he looked up he saw a woman in her mid-thirties closing up a shop his face did the unimaginable, it turned an even brighter shade of red. He quickly moved his hands to cover himself up. The woman looked at him in shock.

“Who are you? What happened?” She bombarded him with questions, probably even more shocked and embarrassed than he was.

“I… Don’t know.” Was all that he could whisper in response.

The woman sighed and let him into her store, she gave him a few pieces of clothing that she thought would look good on him. They sat down and began to talk. With every passing moment the woman was beginning to become more and more reminded of her younger brother. Not because of how he looked, but rather how he acted. She soon decided to take him in and unofficially adopt him. He soon began working as a clerk at her store. He is also one of the male models in the store's bi-monthly fashion show.
Miscellaneous: As stated above, Curran currently models for his mother-figure's boutique. He sings baritone, but is capable of hitting the occasional high note.

Aura: Curran’s aura allows him to communicate with any animal he comes into contact with. to other legendaries he appears to be encased in a pink energy sphere. His tattoo (or rather tattoos) is probably among the most simple yet intricate. For starters he has a pair of pink, cat-ear-shaped tattoos, one on the back of each ear. In addition to that he has a pink line tattoo running from the base of his tailbone and up his back that resembles Mew’s tail. However, by far, the most intriguing one is a barbed-wire-like ring that runs around his navel; though it is hard to see unless he is in the presence of another legend or mortal danger in which case it will glow hot-pink.

[Tundra_Wolfmane]

I feel like I missed something in my sign-up, but I can't tell what after reading it a few times. Hopefully it's just me worrying. Hope my bad habit of making contradictions has improved.


Name:
Runner

Legendary:
Entei

Gender:
Male

Age:
29

Description:
Runner , standing at six feet and four inches, is no short man. Though tall, he makes himself appear slightly shorter by constantly bowing his head to face often smaller people than him. His height is accompanied by a dense build with a strongly defined musculature, which is peculiarly covered in small scars both old and new. His shoulders are wide and his chest is broad, both of which are common attributes of men with his physique. His arms have proportionally slightly longer length and more defined muscles than the rest of his body, as well. His hands are large compared to an average man’s, so it goes without saying that his fingers are also longer than an average man’s. He has thick legs that taut with muscle as he runs. Like his hands, his feet are also big. The skin underneath is rough and cracked, allowing him to walk comfortable on most surfaces. His skin is a perpetually tan color that doesn’t seem to darken or lighten with the presence or lack of sunlight. His body is a bit on the hairy side, particularly on his arms and legs. They are thin, however, and not all that visible from afar. Also, his chest hairs are thin and tiny and can only be seen within proximity.

His head is squarish and proportional to the size of his body. He has shoulder length auburn hair that half the time looks like he just shook his head to get it in its shape – which he actually usually does. The other half of the time, they’re windswept due to his running. His hair is long enough to cover his ears, which are slightly pointed, but not enough to cause him any hassle for them. He has a wide forehead, though it’s not obvious due to his bangs. His eyebrows are thin and evenly spaced. They hover over a pair of deep, unnaturally dark red eyes that will more often than not look straight. Thankfully, the shadow of his head keeps them from being too obvious and bringing them too much attention. The bridge of his nose is neither too thick nor too thin, and his nose itself is inconspicuously flat. He has thin lips that hide teeth with canines that look a bit too sharp to be human, though that is usually not taken into account. His chin is slightly covered in stubble, which might be the beginnings of a scruffy beard.

His clothes are simple enough. He wears a slightly worn out dark red shirt with the sleeves ripped away – they were too confining as well as painful on his large limbs. In fact, the shirt itself doesn’t hide any of the muscles of his upper body. His forearms are covered by black armlets with no visible design. On his lower body, he wears a plain pair of baggy, dark brown shorts with extra pockets. They’re long enough to reach an inch below his knees when standing. Around his neck is a light gray scarf that’s reminiscent to the white mane of his past life. Finally, he wears a make-shift red headband from a torn handkerchief on his forehead.

Personality:
Though Runner might be an intimidating figure to most other people, he on the other hand is quite intimidated by large groups of them. It has been ingrained in him to try to avoid the masses; perhaps a reflex action passed on from his old form. As such, he is comfortable being only around a handful of people at a time lest he tries to run from them. When forced into a crowd, he becomes really fidgety, and often the only cure is for him to sprint out the excess energy. You see, he’s a bit paranoid. He has the constant sensation that he has to run or he might get captured. By what, he doesn’t really know, but he just followed that instinct. He’s not afraid of people, but of being restrained by some unknown being. That said, only a few people get to see him stand still for more than a minute without running to another point.

If he gets comfortable enough to sit still and actually get him to speak, they would find out that he’s a skeptical person. He doesn’t trust new faces easily and tends to stay tense under scrutiny. It wouldn’t be far fetched to say that he would bolt if someone were to look at him strangely. He relays this in a gruff and sometimes disinterested manner. People that talk to him might also notice a lack of attention to the conversation. He’s observant. He never stops paying attention to his surroundings unless he something significant or fascinating in the discussion catches his attention. When something does, they would find him quite an interesting fellow who uses his whole body rather than just his voice to give life to his words, which are limited due to his still growing vocabulary.

For now, it seems that his memories, or lack there of, doesn’t seem to bother him. He doesn’t dwell on his problems or dilemmas for long. Both figuratively and literally, he’d rather just keep on looking at the path that he’s taking and run towards whatever is at the end, and when he’s reached that, run for the next one. It helps with his restlessness and abundance of energy. Not to say that he has a one track mind, but that seems to happen he starts. It would take quite a stimulus to get his attention after he has started. He essentially becomes one with his surroundings, using all of his senses to keep running by jumping over and under obstacles and avoiding would-be collisions.

Origin:
It was just an hour and a few minutes after midnight when it happened. In one of the dense and less used parts of a park of New York City, a muscular man with a strange shape on his forehead opened his eyes. He wore nothing – no clothes, no shoes, no underwear, nothing. Nothing around him signaled that he had even traveled to the spot that he woke up in. Other than the ones he laid upon, the leaves on the ground were untouched, and there were no footprints or path leading towards him, though there was one dirt trail that was nearby. Neither did his body bear any recent marks of being handled or carried.

After regaining some semblance of consciousness, he had started to walk around. Confusion had set in when he recognized nothing. He had never seen this or that before nor had he ever felt whatever he was feeling. It took him looking at a lake to realize that he didn’t even recognize his own body. He didn’t know what his name was, what his past entailed, where he was, what he was doing there, and what happened at all.

His revelation of his lack of knowledge was cut short by a shrill scream that was distinctly female. He hadn’t noticed when the sun had risen, but other people obviously did when he saw a woman backing away from him with wide eyes yelling words that the man found familiar yet foreign all the same.

The woman’s body language screamed shock mingled with fright at seeing him out of nowhere and in the buff. It incited in him an age old instinct: fight or flight. His first reaction was to do the former, but then he started to hear other people yelling as well as a piercing whistle accompanied by a dog’s barking. The woman screaming her head off was making a commotion, which meant she was drawing a crowd. This thought suddenly made him alter his decision, and he bolted away at full speed and somehow ended out of the park and into the city.

This seemed to have been the wrong move, especially with more and more people seeing his naked self and screaming all over again just for him to run in the opposite direction. He didn’t realize that a normal human would have been extremely exhausted with the distance and speed he had traveled, but only one word cycled in his mind.

‘Run, run, run!’

He didn’t stop until he found himself in the dead end of a dark alley. He didn’t know how long he had run, but it was still light out, and the sun still wasn’t at its peak height. Thankfully, no one was screaming anymore. The only things that he could hear were his deep heaving, the bustle of the city behind him, and a rattling...that was becoming closer.

He tensed up as he faced the source, only to find a rather haggard looking man, a hobo, with what looked to be a rickety-looking shopping cart full of stuff. The hobo stopped and was staring at him strangely, making the still naked man quite uncomfortable. The confused man was about to speak, but he stopped when the hobo started to rummage through his things. In a few moments, the hobo had taken out a bunch of clothes and threw it at the ground in front of the man.

At first, the man didn’t know how to act. He was…wary of the dirty person that looked to be offering him what looked to be some form of clothing, but he could feel no ill will coming from him. He wasn’t screaming either, and that was definitely a plus compared to what had been happening previously. His thoughts weren’t concentrated on running anymore, so he was able to think a little bit clearer than before.

After a moment of silence between them and no one moving, he decided to risk it. He was the first…nice, if he could call the man in front of him that, person he met. That didn’t mean he had to trust him completely, the previously unclothed man decided.

The shirt and shorts that he had gotten were only a bit dirty, not that he really cared. They were better than nothing, though he had to alter the shirt that he was given. He searched inside the pockets, but only found a handkerchief. He didn’t know what to do with it, so he just put it back. Satisfied with what he wore, he turned back to the other man, who was grinning at him with dirty teeth.

“Sorry ‘bout the shoes. I don’t think I have any that can fit ya. Anyways, you must be that runner that I’ve been hearing about!” he said. “I’ve been hearing about you from the locals. You’ve made quite a name for yourself.”

The man gave him a frown. That reminded him; he still didn’t know his name. “Name?”

The hobo blinked. “Oh, forgive this old man,” he said, laughing, though it sounded like croaked coughing. “I’m called John or Johnny, though my friends call me Johnboy! If I had any friends, anyway. And you are?”

The reply was a cautious shake of the head.

“Well, lookie here! You don’t know your name?”

Same answer.

“Then we’ll have to make one for you then!” From then on, the hobo started spouting names, all of which did simply nothing for him. “Well, I can’t just call you nameless, can’t I? Hm. Guess we’ll just have to call you something else until we find you a name that you actually like!”

The man frowned. Since when did they decided that there was a “we”? Sure, he accepted the clothes, but they were given in good will, right? He wasn’t supposed to be indebted…right? For some reason, he felt like he had been cornered into a wily man’s trap.

“Well, the locals are calling you the runner, so I’ll just call you Runner. At least until I get’cha a good name,” Johnboy finally decided. “Now come on. You look like you’re new in this here parts, so I’m gonna show you the ropes.”

Runner. He liked it. But that didn’t mean he liked the man. Still…he didn’t like the feeling like he owed the man something. He guessed he could go along. If he didn’t like where the situation was going, he could always run. He was certain that he could outrun and outlast Johnny…Johnboy…whatever.

“Oh, and you might want to hide that,” John said as he stopped and pointed at Runner’s head.

“That?” The large man felt where the hobo was pointing at, which was his forehead. It was then that he remembered seeing a strange mark there when he saw his reflection. “Ah.” He quickly fixed the problem by taking out the cloth in his pocket, ripping it and fashioning it into a headband. He had seen the woman runner that first screamed at him with something of the sort, so he guessed it wouldn’t stand out too much.

With that done, he followed Johnboy, whom he learned was quite a talkative person. He started telling him all about his life. John lived a simple life. He also took the odd job here and there that other people didn’t want to do. He gave Runner a few tips on how to get a little cash – something Runner learned was important – here and there, as well as to survive without it if need be. All the while, Runner was also observing his surroundings, making sure that, if anything went wrong, he had a route to escape to.

Runner started to become wary again when they walked through another alleyway. He would have stopped right there and then if John hadn’t called for him. He said that there was something he wanted him to see. Suffice to say, it took a lot of coaxing.

He was led into an old building. Inside, he found other people of ages that ranged from five to fifty. They weren’t that many compared to the large crowds back in the city, but they were still a sizable group. That fact alone began to make Runner fidgety. It was all that the large man could do to not run away when John called for them, making a few to gather around him.

What happened next surprised Runner. Johnboy started to give out the stuff in his cart to them. It was later that he’d find out that Johnny, as well as many of the others in the building, took care of one another by giving each other. Johnboy told him that they were a unique bunch, something that Runner could only agree with. He had a feeling that most other people would just keep what they had for themselves. And John had offered him a place with them since it seemed obvious that Runner had nowhere to go.

“I’ll…think about it,” Runner replied gruffly with crossed arms.

“Well, you can stay here a while until you decide!” John decided for him. “Now come on. We don’t have a lot, but I got us some leftover bread.”

For the next few days, Runner stayed with Johnboy, who decided that Runner was a good name as any when the man rejected every other name that the haggard looking man came up with.

He also started to do the same odd jobs, most of which involved him as a messenger boy – not that he minded with his growing fondness for running, as well as most people avoiding him due to his intimidating features – that Johnboy did and started giving what he got to a few others in the building, or home base as John liked to call it. In the process, he also found the paths that led to many other places, as well as the routes with the least number of people during the day. He was also able to get his scarf and armlets, though he had no idea why he wanted them. They just felt...nostalgic.

When he wasn’t doing anything, John was teaching how to speak properly. He was also taught a bit how to read, since a lot of jobs seemed to require him to. Runner didn’t really absorb them like a sponge, but he learned enough to get by.

Runner didn’t know when it happened, but John had become the only person that he trusted. And though he was still roughly an outsider in their midst and tended to prefer his solitary time, he had already integrated himself into Johnboy’s group.

Miscellaneous:
Runner has taken with him some traits that his old body had. His senses are a bit stronger than a normal man’s. He is not really affected by intense heat, much less by the cold, and doesn’t need as much water as the average man. He also runs at a slightly higher temperature, though that may just be because of his constant running. He also has, along with great speed, abnormal stamina. He can run quite a long distance under constant rays of the sun without breaking a sweat. Running, actually, is his favorite pastime. He just can’t get enough of the wind against his face. Even when there are obstacles, he can run through them with ease with the help of his senses. Oddly, he can run quite well on all fours without losing his balance, although it does tire him out significantly faster. Oh, and though it’s not from his old form, he doesn’t understand metaphors and idioms; he might just take them seriously.

Aura:
His mark would have been quite obvious if not for his trusty headband. Predictably, the tattoo is on his wide forehead and red in color. It’s very prominent, which is why he hides it. Its shape bears resemblance to the three-tined crest on the Entei’s head. Visually, it would look like three horns facing three different directions and connected on one end. One horn points straight up, and the other two horns are lying on either sides of it at sixty degrees, the unconnected ends curving to point to the top.

His visible aura is light red. It envelopes his body like a formfitting suit with a large, three-tined crest on his forehead. On his back extends a mane that billows about regardless of the presence of the wind. From his shoulder blades extend wing-like protrusions with three points.

His aura is not that noticeable during warmer days, but obvious during the colder ones. The air around him seems to get hot, though not at all sweltering. The closer he is, the warmer it gets. It also seems to tire people out easier, both due to his presence and the heat. When he is running, the wind also seems to follow him around, giving people that he runs past a quite a strong breeze that is enjoyable with the heat that he brings. Flames also burn stronger when he’s near, but not enough to actually cause anyone concern…unless, of course, another legendary is close by. Then his aura might actually cause them to burn rather dangerously fervent. Small fires may explode. His aura also causes his surroundings to get hotter, particularly the ground. The closer he is to another, the more restless he also gets.

[The Doctor]

Unless I can be granted an extension to the deadline, I'm afraid I can't finish the sign-up. I keep hitting a dead end here and work keeps piling up. I assume my reservation will be given up, and like RaZoR I'm sorry to mess you around, especially since you've only just come back.

[.:Lemon Tea:.]

Unless I can be granted an extension to the deadline, I'm afraid I can't finish the sign-up. I keep hitting a dead end here and work keeps piling up.

This has been problem for me as well as I am constantly being swamped by work and reaching a bit of a 'writer's block' on my sign up. This problem could have been easily avoided if I planned my time better and had a couple of hours to think about how to fix the hole in her history. Sadly, this didn't happen due to my carelessness at time management...I guess this means I might have to drop out as well or just finish my sign up and hope that no one has reserved Ho-oh.

While it would be nice to be granted an extension, it isn't fair to the others out there-along with the fact that you already extended the deadline to January 27th. Sorry Chris, as with The Doctor, I'm sorry for messing around with you as you just returned recently.

[Rabidmunchlax]

Here is my sign up. I think I might have got the wrong idea about the aura, so I realise that bit won't be the best.
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Name: Alex
Pokemon: Uxie
Gender: Male
Age: 23

Description: Alex is a small private man who, at 5'1" he isn't very physicaly imposing. He is very thin and straggly, brittle and frail. He is pretty much skin and bone, very little in the way of muscle. He initialy aquired clothing which would enhance his diminutive and physicaly negligable appearance. *He wears black trousers, black t-shirt and a large grey-black trench coat. When he moves about, the coat has a tendency to fly out behind him.

Facialy, he has a small round face that is almost balanced on top of a thin, short neck. He has blue eyes that shine with an energy, yet he always appears to be squinting. His small, almost non-existant ears are hidden by masses of blond hair that goes down in untidy waves to well below his shoulders.

Personality: Alex is quiet, not speaking much and when he does, it is in a small voice. He is thoughtful and has a very large mental capacity. This large amount of knowledge make Alex a very egocentrical person, very selfish and cunning, only lending favours if they will eventually pay off threefold. He has no qualms with using his intelligence for small and petty crimes, such as stealing from shops, having assessed the security of the building.

He doesn't like to trust others. He would quite willingly join a group for a raid on a warehouse, having been the brains in the operation, only too late revealing that the plan will see the rest of the gang caught while he slips out unnoticed. This treachory makes him difficult to negotiate with as the person would have to constantly be on their toes, ensuring there are not unexpected results of their pact. Due to his size, Alex avoids physical brawls, yet he is more than capable of taking on someone more than twice his size in a one to one fight as he can use his size to slip around the opponent and use a knowledge of presure*points to incapitate the other person.

Origin: "Hey, dude. Wake up mate."
In a back alley in one of the worst areas of New York City, one man, clad in torn denim was shaking another man awake. *"Come on, wake up!" There was increasing levels of desparation in the first man's voice. At last, the second man woke up and lazily stretched his body out. The second man gave a sigh of relief.
"Hey, you got a name kiddo?"
"Uhrrr. Where am I? Who are you?" the small blonde man inquired
"You, my son, are in the realm of me, Sir Digby!" the first man informed, seeing that the new man had developed amnesia of some form and deciding he could use him.

The small man pulled himself to a siting position and found him draped in a smelly, patched, and dirty blanket.
"No I am not. I appear to be in a down-town area of a large city, probably in America." He had no idea how, but he could tell that this accent was that of an American, whatever one of those was.*
"Smart kid," the tramp replied.*
"You don't know half of it. Now, my name. Hmmm, what is it"
"Wait, despite knowing you're in a back alley of an American city, you can't remember your own name? I found you just lying there, naked, if it helps."
"Alex," the man said abruptly. "My name is Alex."
"Here we go, now can you remember anyhing else?"
"I know so much, yet still so little. I can't remember my name or where I came from, yet I know your name is Cedric, fired from your job when you were caught stealing money. That inquiry broke you financialy, you moved out here when you lost your house. You now get food by stealing from people and looting bins. In short, a man this world could do without."
Alex got up and dived at Cedric, taking the larger man completely by surprise. He latched around his neck and sprang up onto his back, jabbing his thumbs into the back of Cedric's neck."
"Why are you doing this?" Cedric managed to choke out before falling limp on the ground. Alex stooped down and stripped Cebric's unconcious body and dressed himself.

He turned around and took in his surroundings. "Now to find out who I am."

Aura: Alex's aura is what grants him his vast knowledge of the history of anything he encounters. He can also speak any language that people around him use. Hid huge intellectual capabilities of almost anything has three main weaknesses. The first is he only gains information about things he meets in person or has a near flawless description of it. Secondly, his large 'databank' can make it take a while to locate the knowledge. Thirdly, he has an almost constant whispering in the recesses of his brain.

His tatoo that represents this aura is at the very top of his shoulder. It is in the shape of a double ended sword and yellow in colour. The shape represents the difficulty to use Alex for your own means.*
 

[PokemonBreederChris]

I am back from inactivity. That being said, I am both glad and sad at the many posts that were posted, and interest that has been posted since my last post. Some I will address in this post, others I will post briefly next, as there is a character limit on posts.

I'm going to have to withdraw my reservation for now, I had ideas for Registeel but I can't get them down on paper (as it were) the same way I picture them. I may sign up later with the same or different character though. Sorry for the mess around.

RaZoR LeAf - Alright, I understand. And no worries, you did not mess around. I appreciate your interest and I do hope you come back again. Writer's block, and the process of idea-to-paper can be a harsh mistress many times. Thank you for your interest.

Unless I can be granted an extension to the deadline, I'm afraid I can't finish the sign-up. I keep hitting a dead end here and work keeps piling up. I assume my reservation will be given up, and like RaZoR I'm sorry to mess you around, especially since you've only just come back.

The Doctor - As I said, writer's block can be a harsh, harsh, harsh mistress. Though Do not worry; I have known you and your writing abilities for awhile now, and you have both credibility, and integrity. You did not mess me around, and I will respect your wishes if you wish to "resign" your interest for a Reservation. Though I could also give you a furthering reservation as you have been somewhat busy with "beyond-Sppf" events.

My greatest strength in righting is helping with ideas, so you can use me as an open-book source if you run into trouble. Any questions and I'll try to my best of abilities to assist you. Don't be afraid to contact me via VM or PM.

This has been problem for me as well as I am constantly being swamped by work and reaching a bit of a 'writer's block' on my sign up. This problem could have been easily avoided if I planned my time better and had a couple of hours to think about how to fix the hole in her history. Sadly, this didn't happen due to my carelessness at time management...I guess this means I might have to drop out as well or just finish my sign up and hope that no one has reserved Ho-oh.

While it would be nice to be granted an extension, it isn't fair to the others out there-along with the fact that you already extended the deadline to January 27th. Sorry Chris, as with The Doctor, I'm sorry for messing around with you as you just returned recently.

.:Lemon Tea:. - You have already contacted me privately, and have given me valid circumstances to your current business, so Reservation Extension Granted. Due to your schedule, I believe reserving you till February 1st, 3:00 am EST will be good enough for you.

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The Black Glove - Groudon - Reserved until January 30th, 1:00 am EST

((Though due to my planned inactivity previously, I will allow a short extension if you do not give the Sign-Up by this date.))

CyberBlastoise - Kyogre - Second Pending, No Reservation granted. However is still welcomed to fix up the few remaining errors. For detailed results on Second Evaluation click Here: [***]

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Name: Soul Muzic
Legendary: Rayquaza
Gender: Male
Age: 17

I remember him being much older last I briefed this sign up, however I can see you made some changes based on the edit and message. The first "legit" teen Legendary-Human, and Rayquaza, one of the most powerful Legendary Pokemon in existence at that. Though, I must say, the overall casualness of this sign up was a big disappointment for me. I am one who likes serious and high quality Sign-Ups. I don't like to suck the fun out of Sign-up making, as I am not a vampire ((especially from Twilight >>)), but come the actual Sign-up, I like things to be more in a serious tone, as that is my professional personality. When Sign ups are casual and "friendly" or "lax" it is hard for me to take them seriously at times. Any-who, on to the official evaluation. I wouldn't mind semi "relaxed casual" writing in the actual RPG, but for the sign up, I prefer formality.

Description: If you looked directly at Soul, no doubt the first thing you would notice would be his pure yellow eyes. Not the bored or irritated expression on his face; not his semi-athletic build; not his messy, jet black hair, cut to where the sides are much shorter than the top which sticks up in random directions; not his normal ears or his defined chin; but his glowing eyes that seem to cut deep into the farthest recesses of your soul. These eyes, in the dark, even seem to be slightly oval-ish, like a reptile’s should be. But in the day, the pupil’s seem normal, save the yellow filling around it. However, the color complements nicely against his lightly tanned skin and face (No, he's not "Twilight" pale. Sorry Ladies)

I found that almost this whole entire paragraph is a sentence long. Cut it up. That and the "eyes, recess of your soul" thing, that is kind of cliche. Sure it could be a valid description, but you could word it differently. I picture simple piercing eyes. The format of this interesting though, albeit too relaxed, but interesting. Also what is "semi-athletic" or "normal" to you? that could use better clarity. Also, you mainly only focus on the eyes. Instead of that one long sentence, cut it into a few more sentences describing each thing in a sentence or two. The physique, the facial construction/features, skin tone, hair configuration, all can be done separately and not in that long sentence. If you broke it up into more than one sentence as well you could include better imagery. As from what I see in your character is excellent reptilian eyes, but they are shining brightly over every other feature, dulling them out. Every section you put in your first paragraph here involving the different parts of your character could use more details.

Soul is, to say the least, different when it comes to his fashion. He wears a green polyester sport sweatshirt, where its high collar goes up slightly past the bottom of his chin. The front of it has a thick white stripe which travels vertically down the center, while the back is covered in an ornate gold-threaded design, resembling a simple maze. He almost never rolls up the left sleeve for… personal reasons*. Around the back of his neck sits a pair of retro earphones, despite not having anything to plug it into. You know, the ones that actually go over your head (Yes! There is another type other then “iPod” Headphones!). As for pants, he wears a pair of white basketball shorts with a green stripe going down the side. Unfortunately, he doesn’t wear the same, nice sort of shoes. Instead, Soul wears a pair of worn-down, black sneakers found in the lost in found at the Empire State Building.

"For... personal reasons" could of simply been stated as "due to his birthmark-thingy-ma-thing." Else, I find this paragraph acceptable. As for headphones, I grew up with CD-players, I know, archaic things to the modern teen. I know those type of headphones, high quality and still selling. That I pod comment not REALLY needed. Description of clothing gave me a nice vivid image of your guy, but still beneath the clothes remains a blur beside those gosh darn eyes that keep staring and staring and staring, like Hypno-toad on Futurama....

Personality: For the most part, Soul is a fairly calm person, and can often be seen slouched over with his hands in his pockets or his retro earphones on his head in a vain attempt to keep people out. Not really the one for company, he doesn’t have the drive to go out and make friends. Often, it makes him seem semi-angsty. However, due to a competitive part of his personality, he loves the games this world plays and their sports, and could stand to work in a team as long as it was for a common goal or to win. Really, when he wins or watches games, he seems to momentarily forget his normal personality, becoming nothing more than a stereotypical competitive fan. Because he gets things quite easily, Soul can be quite punctual and is irritated easily by some mundane things, mostly explaining something he finds easy or repetition, and he becomes facetious. When forced to talk, he finds a dry, but witty joke usually shrivels up the conversation. However, get him frustrated or angry, and he will snap.

Personality, I like. Though there were some grammatical clarity issues nothing too big though.

Other people are no more than an inconvenience to Soul. The only person he thinks is important enough to look out for is himself. True, he does feel some sort of obligation to those that help him, but nothing too extreme. However, this does not mean he doesn't empathize with anyone; he is just less willing too. Unfair or unjust situations always annoy Soul, believing that everything should be on even ground. If he sees something like that, he puts in more effort than usual.

No arguments with personality again. Acceptable.

High up places are Soul's sanctuary. He always feels better with wind the on his face and being able to see everything around him. On top of that, give him a song to listen to and he could stay somewhere for hours. Music is his escape. To this day in this world, Soul has not heard a song he hasn’t enjoyed. Jazz and blues is currently his favorite genre, but this penchant seems to change weekly. He loves the sky, particularly the night sky, again and most of the time can be often found just gazing at the stars.

This paragraph was more filler, but gave some insight to Soul. Personality I find alright. There could always be more done to it, but you have enough to see Soul's personality shine through.

Origin: Another perfectly freezing night in New York, especially on the top of the Empire State building. This giant stood taller than any other building in the city now, meaning it got the most frigid of air, especially on the top floor. Hardly a place you want to be during a chilly day, imagine if you had to stand there at night.

Interesting, but how did one such as He access such a building this late at night, when it was freezing, hmmm.

Such is the case of Mark Falss, the new Security Guard at the building. If it weren’t for the recession, he wouldn’t even be in that awful situation at the present. He ran a hand through his black, perfectly combed-back hair and tightened the belt on his slim waist. Then again, if it wasn’t for his cousin, he wouldn’t even have job, unlike a growing percentile in New York. Even so, the cold breeze blew just the same. How long until his shift was over again? Mark glanced at his watch, finding his shift was still in the first five minutes. Again, he sighed and combed his hair back. It was going to be a long night.

Ah, so we have some foreshadowing in potential rising action, introducing the security guard? fun.

Walking over to the edge of the building, he looked down at the glowing streets below with his tired brown eyes. The bustling city never slept, and tonight was no exception. The thousands of people under him seemed like ants compared to him. Rushing, racing from place to place, dodging traffic as they crossed the congested street, and all to fill the needs of the falling economy. And he was just one of them. Another poor soul caught in the unexpected drop. Mark began to tap his fingers on the rail of the famous building. On a frosty night like this, a cigarette would’ve been perfect. He had only given up the habit a week ago, just long enough for the cravings to be at their peak, but so his clothes still reminded him of the smell. Again, he couldn’t help but curse the government for his lack of money and therefore, his lack of pleasantries.

Using modern American tragedy as a plot-problem, intriguing.

Another cold gust blew in from the east, bringing along with it the smell of the rapid pollution. Mark grabbed the edges of his Security Jacket, pulling it closer to his body in a vain attempt to stay warm. It was then, if only for a second, a strange feeling came over him. Like something strange, something different, was watching his every move. Hand on his gun, he quickly turned, only to see nothing behind him but the lonely roof of the building. With another sigh, the guard took his hand off of his belt and walked towards the other side. He didn’t even bother looking at his watch; it would only discourage him further.

“uh… Yo…”

Mark flinched, rapidly turning back around and looking close to where he stood before, to where the noise had come from. A man, probably in his late teens, sat stark naked against the door to the roof (Granted, he did have his hands over… ya know) . However, the first thing Mark noticed wasn’t that, it was the kid’s eyes, those strange eyes. Yellow, unchanging, alert, and staring straight into him. For a moment, Mark believed he was having some sort of nicotine-withdrawal. But as the image stayed, and the cold air hit his face, he had to accept it as fact.

Man, I feel Mark, I feel him! Those eyes! Those burning evil yellow eyes! Heh. Though I can't really picture Soul saying "uh....Yo..." but, not really important. You have some humor in your writing. That and nice description of Soul's features in the Origin, even though it is mainly only the eyes.

“What- What are you doing up here son?” The guard nervously asked, mustering up all of his strength against the strange phenomenon. It was like a scene from “The Twilight Zone”. He was half expecting the teen to disappear any second.

The boy looked from side to side, bringing up a hand to his eye, rubbing it like he was tired. “I… don’t know.”

Classic cliche response of someone with Amnesia *shifty eyes*

Mark stared at the kid, careful to avoid his eyes and… the other regions. How could he not know? After a moment, he formulated this thought into words. “What do ya mean?”

“I don’t know. Where am I anyways?” The teen answered with another question, now staring at his hand.

“How the hell do you not know?! And aren’t you cold?”

The teen shrugged, replying in a monotone voice. “Not really. And I don’t know.”

Again Mark sighed (he seemed to be doing that a lot lately.) running his hand back through his hair. “Great. So what’s your name?”

“My what?”

“What people call you?!” The increasingly frustrated guard yelled, his breath appearing against the cold air. This had gone much father then a simple prank.

“Who?”

Mark couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation. The kid had practically shown up out of nowhere on the top of the Empire State building. One, how did he get past the first floor; Two, how did the last shift miss him; and three, why the Hell was he playing dumb (not to mention naked)? Was he a crazy teenager in the aftermath of a party, an unfortunate victim of a cruel NYU prank, or something else? Whatever the case, Mark had enough initiative to know that something was wrong and needed fixing.

A little dialogue-heavy here, but with your descriptors, I got a vivid image of the continuing scene.

“Just Come on,” He said, approaching the teen. Mark couldn’t help but notice how the cold wind seemed to disappear, changing to something more temperate as he approached and grabbed the kid. However, no sooner had he done so, the guard rapidly recoiled back. Scars, or tattoos, or something covered the boy, all the way from his left hand to his right back, stopping only to coil around his left bicep. These marks seemed to glimmer off the light, reflecting in a golden gleam. The teen glanced at the arm nonchalantly, somewhat confused by the security guard’s response. Mark tried to shake it off, again approaching the teen, but this time, taking off and throwing his brown, “Empire State Security” jacket over the boy before grabbing his arm. He could feel the teen tense up a bit as he led him to the elevator, repeatedly pushing the “down button” in hopes it would come faster. The guard momentarily thought about taking the stairs, but reminded himself he was on the top floor of the tallest building in the US.

Acceptable, only you are misinformed. The Empire State Building is NOT the tallest building in the US, it is in the top five tallest. It was ONCE the tallest in the USA, the world, but then people had to be better, had to make records. It is the tallest building in New York City however.

It seemed like forever before the elevator arrived, and Mark couldn’t have been happier when it did. Although it wasn’t as cold as before the teen came (Strangely enough), the temperatures still were getting to him. However, the teen didn’t seem to care, (granted, he was shivering slightly). Hastily, he dragged the kid into the ornate elevator.

Alright.

As the elevator descended and they were forced to listen to the cheesy blues music they created in the 20s (Damn Manager, wanting “Authenticity”.), Mark leaned against the wall. What the hell was he going to do? The kid obviously had no idea what he was doing, I mean, who in the right mind doesn’t know where New York is?

By Manager....what do you mean exactly? It was in Parenthesis, perhaps a message Out Of Character? Hmmm....Sounded like Sass to me. . .*strokes stubble on chin*

“What is this?” The teen asked, simultaneously pointing to the ceiling and derailing Mark’s train of thought.

“The what?”

“The… noise.”

It took Mark a moment until he realized the teen meant “the cheap Blues music”. “It’s music. Soul music or Jazz probably.”

An awkward silence filled the lift, the only sound a “ding” for every floor it passed.

“I like it.” The boy said, breaking the silence before repeating the same trend. “That’s what you can call me, “Soul Muzic.””

The guard stared at the ki- excuse me, Soul. “Music actually has a- Nevermind.”

Thus came Soul Muzic, the Name of Rayquaza. I enjoy your Origin so far. it still continues even, making it more fun read. This would of been a perfect spot to stop at, as I saw by your markings, but I am glad you added more onto it, even if it only a summarizing paragraph.

Mark eventually took Soul in. Although it makes money tight, he was fearful of what adoption center he would be placed into. Currently (And after much explanation), Soul is looking for a job to help Mark out. However, with things how they are, most of the time, he just wanders around the city.

Adoption center somewhat random, but I suppose acceptable, I'd think somehow Mark would take him under his wing unofficially, beneath the radar for some time, but whichever happens happens.

Miscellaneous: Adores most music and loves heights.

Nice.

Aura: A calm and solitary Aura surrounds Soul, like the air around him is at a standstill. The wind even seems to die down a little. Many people may be unnerved because of this, some even less. Needless to say, this can be fairly powerful to sway people around him. However, a sense of power also envelops Soul, directly clashing with the calm feeling at the outside. Other legendaries can see this aura manifest as a long green reptilian tail originating from the base of his spine and coiling around Soul. As you approach so, the weather seems to change. When he wants it, high winds fall to a more bearable level, strong sun seems to die until it is perfectly warm, extreme cold rises until it is above freezing, and even if it is precipitating, that seems to ease up too.

Aura sounds interesting and unique, but a tad too overpowered. I know Rayquaza itself is like a manifestation of power, but I think he should only "calm" the weather effects around him, being more affective within interior locations than the outside. The outside is vast, so I think he can only do subtle things when outside, in the very beginning at least. Think of it as the Powers of the Legendaries are not fully compatible with the Human bodies they were given at the beginning.

Starting as a circle on the back of his left hand, Soul has a scar-like line traveling up his arm. Strangely enough, the line looks like it has a gold tint to it. This gold tinted mark then wraps itself around Soul's left bicep, alternating between circles and lines ( --O—O—O-) Lastly, the scar repeats continuously in the same pattern around his back and ends at his right shoulder. Although he has no idea what it is, the origin of the blemish constantly fills Soul's thoughts. Lucky for him, though, the whole mark (save the circle on his hand), is covered by his clothing.

Interesting tattoo/mark idea.
 

Wolfsrain23, overall your character is ACCEPTED. There are faults in your sign up, that I would like for you to take care of, such as revamping some of the description, and toning down the power of your Aura. That, and the informal nature of your sign up was slightly disillusioning for me. I see from your Origin your ability as an RPG player, and I trust that you will fix the errors that I mentioned in your sign up. Aura needs to be toned down slightly, and you need to focus more on the physical side of Soul than the eyes. I would more give you an acceptable, a "half-in" accepted, due to the errors you have, but, the Origin wowed me, and I do think you'll fix the errors. I would welcome aboard the RPG Train, Wolfsrain, but the description just needs a revamp, and well I would prefer if you could "formalize" your sign up writing. It is what makes me "meh" at your sign up. I just think the language could be more formalized.

So you are Yellow Accepted, which is you are required to make changes and I will review them, as the content of your sign up, is acceptable, the language I wish could be better.

ACCEPTED!

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*Enjoy making this too much… might have gotten a bit carried away…* Well I hope this is alright… this the most I’ve ever written for a sign-up. It takes so long to proofread, I hope I iron out most of my grammarical errors. Oh… you’re a dog person… *whispers as she looks at the name section*

Glad you enjoyed your Sign-Up, do not worry about the grammar issues, as I will not count them against you in this evaluation. However practice makes perfect so continue to read English Literature, and work on the grammatical errors whenever you can.

    Spoiler:- A Burning Meow: Innerflame's evaluation::

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Name: Cat
Legendary: Moltres
Gender: Male
Age: 20

A male young adult named "Cat." Interesting, for Cat is a feminine name, a cutesy nickname, to some.

Description: A tall man, Cat towers over many people at what is believe to be around 6 feet tall. He has a slight muscular built mostly in his arms as other parts of his body are thin and stork-like. He has golden brown, bronze tan as if he had spent much time baking in the sunlight. The shade of his skin is the same color all over with no exception and it doesn’t ever fade. Blazing red hair with yellow streaks through it, it looks like a flame on his head. On the back of his head the hair seems to be cut really short above his neck. The coarse and dense bangs on the left side of his head defies gravity and points straight up without anything on it; though he does add a little gel to strengthen it. If it were to get wet it would fall flat across sapphire eyes. Dark, blue eyes of his seem to fade into black as it goes near the pupil. The iris appears bigger in slightly narrow eye socket; they make emotions such as curiosity and anger all the more noticeable. Relax the eyes it has a stern and dignified expression like the eyes of proud animal. His face has more of define look compare to a chubby cheek kid; with visible points of the cheekbones and the jaw structure. Blonde stubs of hair on his chin contrasts with his darker skin.

I found the first part of description acceptable, however "slight" in muscular build could be more embellished upon.

Wearing a long sleeve shirt, he doesn’t really remember what it looks like nor does he cares. No one will probably see it anyways since he’s always wearing a winter coat over it. The dark navy blue coat hides his slender body and muscular arms from his neck to his waist under thick, fluffiness. The inside of the coat is light grey normally seen by the hood that hangs off the back. Many people see it as odd since he’s always wearing that regardless season and temperatures while looking perfectly fine. Instead of jeans he wears nice warm sweat pants. They’re actually pretty well fitting lengthwise but big around the waist. Lucky it has drawstrings so he can use to keep it snug around his waist. The pants are forest green color with white stripes going down the sides; the drawstrings are also white and goes half a foot down his long legs. He personally doesn’t like the color himself, but they keep him warm and that’s all that matters. Dark blue socks that aren’t seen often, are worn merely company the silver and blue Nikes with white rubber bottoms. The footgear looks a bit worn from constant use but overall good condition.

Nice description of his clothing.

Personality: Curiosity like a little kid or better yet a kitten, Cat attention is taken from things he doesn’t know anything about. He wants to learn so much about things he doesn’t understand but he is an impatient guy. He hates waiting, whether it is for someone to come or for food to cook, he just hates it. The whole concept of waiting agitated him; when he waiting his time, his freedom is taken by the person or thing he is waiting for. Feeling chained down by another’s pace infuriates him. But like the other side of a single coin, he doesn’t mind waiting if he chooses to do it himself. He could wait from sunrise until sunset as long as it’s under his own terms. Extremely stubborn, if he decides on something he stands by it strong and proudly; if someone get him to back down his resolve he or she is one amazing, persuasive person. He just cannot believe anything that he hadn’t see or experiences himself. ‘Seeing is believing,’ this is an idea that he tightly holds on to.

Ah the hasty hothead, nice personality to choose for "Motres."

Extrovert is a good describing personality trait for him, since he loves to be outside with the sun on his face and wind in his hair. He enjoys being around others; gaining new knowledge from them and a new aspect of life. Cat, however, is not the type walk up to some random person and spill is entire life story to them. He won’t even start speaking to them unless they initiate the conversation or he wants to ask a question. The philosophic line “Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there,” is embedded on his mind. He’s not sure where he heard it but he lives by that phrase. He rejects the idea of sitting around a waiting for something to come to him whether it is good or bad. His road maybe wrong but he refuse to stand still and let chance decide his fate. The guy is pretty selfless, bringing food to homeless animals, helping people when they ask yet he is selfish when it something he doesn’t like. One could beg and beg but if he doesn’t not want to do the task, he won‘t. His stubborn refusing thing he dislikes is near unbreakable, unless he or she knows his weakness. Just a little water is enough to make him succumb to almost anything; though it can’t change his morals and beliefs.

Personality, acceptable.

Not really a phobia but he hates water to a point it looks like a fear. Trying to avoid any contract from it, it’s like a hobby as he takes great length to get around a simple puddle. When the dark clouds hangs in the skies and he roaming outside, he grows nervous as he looks for somewhere to take shelter despite the fact he always carries an umbrella. Indoor Cat is at the point of unbearable when it rains. Rude and snappy, the bad mood just doesn’t go away until the rain stops and the skies clears. Just looking at him funny is enough to be put at other end of an insult. He often apologizes right after explaining to random people that rain just agitates him. Hygiene is major problem for him due to his hatred of water. It’s a good thing that the winter jacket contains the stink most of the time. Though when it start to seep through, it’s a battle to get him to take a shower or bath. At this time he is a childish and bratty young adult as he struggles and protests about bathing. He actually isn’t too bad with his keeping his hand clean; as long as he has hand sanitizer, he can tolerant it more than water.

Water an enemy to Cat? Oh this will be a fun torture for him, as one cannot prevent "water." Though poor hygiene might be a problem with the other characters.

Anger that is one emotion that will see a lot around, Cat. There are so many things that will get him mad: making him wait for a long time, exposing him to water, making him do things he doesn’t like, or merely catching on a rain day. Calling him names and look down on him are other ways to peeve him off. He cannot think things through infuriate, rushing through situation in fury. He always acts first normally anyways though it’s ten times more reckless than in his normal mind set. When things are extremely serious he tends to over think everything making him act too late at times. He doesn’t seem to get sad; he believes that it wouldn’t solve anything and it best put it behind him and keep moving forward.

The Angy hasty hothead.

Overall Cat is many things: as curious as kitten but too impatient at time to learn, likes to feel free and hates feeling chain down, stubborn but can sometimes be swayed yet his beliefs and moral never change, outgoing and refusing to let fate come to him, has hatred of the water that brings the child out of him, he is anger by many things but always lets his actions come first, and he finds sadness useless thus he put it behind him. With that said there are traits not mention: like under that rage there actually is very nice, pure-hearted guy or when he’s determine enough not even a rainstorm can stop him. So much explained yet still much left out but over time it will eventually come out.

I liked your personality, very well thought out, and intriguing. He will be a fun character to interact with.

Origin: [*Insert Epic paragraphs of text*]

I found your Origin overly acceptable, there were slight errors and confusion with some grammar that I could not decipher, but with the effort you put into it, I cannot find anything of quarrel at the moment.

Miscellaneous: He doesn‘t even seem to drink water at all but eating lots of fruits seems to make up for it. When surprise by water, he makes a strange hissing like noise, he doesn’t know why he just does. He can make some pretty good fried, broiled foods; his specialty is fries though they tend to be a bit dark and crispy. He enjoys climbing up high and looking at the endless sky and the ocean in the distance; it relaxes him and it give him a strange nostalgic feeling.

When you said "hissing noise" I thought more of a snake, and him himself hissing. I gather you mean the sizzling sounds off of heat and fire? That being said "sizzling" or something like that could be a better word choice.

Aura: Cat‘s aura is a rather subtle; the air around him just simple feel warmer. In a large open space it can’t really be felt it unless in touching range. With in smaller enclose areas the whole temperature seems to just jump up by a couple degrees. His skin is always warm to touch even if someone manages to get him to remove the jacket. Snakes and reptiles seem perfectly happy when he around or when he hold them. Cats as well enjoy curling up with him. For anyone like him the aura around him has an appearance of flames that engulfs, dances around his body. Anger makes these flames grow to larger sizes and make temperature several degrees higher than his normal aura.

As for the aura, I found it appropriate, but iffy with the appearance of the flames metaphysically when someone of similar "origin" comes near Cat. Sure powers are to intensify however they Aura itself would be more metaphysical beyond the "physical" appearance of the marking. Though with other Legendaries around him, I assume his nature could be very intense enough to cause enough friction for fire. Heat is only a measure of energy after all.

Going down both arms, Cat has bright orange and red patterns that look like flames. The bottom of the flames is orange while the curling top is blazing red. From the wrists to the shoulders covering outer side of the arm it like a thin wings of fire. These by normal standard could never be mistaken a birthmarks for they are much too vivid and colorful and both sides matches up almost exactly.

Interesting and creative tattoo.
 

InnerFlame:

Over all, InnerFlame, I find your Sign up Acceptable, with little errors. The only thing major I want you to fix is improving the grammar, which I can see you have improved upon since my hiatus. Fix up the Aura a little bit too.

InnerFlame, "Cat" the Moltres:

ACCEPTED.



GM NOTE: Well everyone, I will now be active more since I have settled things down on my end. Others waiting for a review, do not fret, I will get them done ASAP. You are welcome to review them, and edit them. For example, some Sign Ups do not have bolded categories, which I am a stickler for. I will probably get to them either way late tonight or tomorrow.

Also, I will try revamping the Sign Up forms and plot details in the first post. I am adding an potential and optional field to sign ups describing a "final form" of sorts, a "finisher" for the Legendaries to do. This will more relate to their "Movesets" in the games, and their physical prowess.

Thank you everyone for your continued interest, and I will get to working on things. Good luck current Reservees, and continue to work on your Sign Up.

Those who did not submit you Sign Ups by the date I gave have had their Reservations relinquished. You are welcome to re-apply a reservation however.

Thanks again,

~PBChris.

[Rabidmunchlax]

Chris, did you see m. Sign up?

[CyberBlastoise]

well shoot, I thought I had it this time...oh well, I tried, I failed...at life well, I'll fix her up one last time, if that doesn't work I'm going to have to say "I quit".

EDIT: And I'm going to need to know what in the world the "Aura" is supposed to be. Last time I checked, Aura was built by emotions, though I could be wrong. Please clarify...meanwhile I'll check and see if you did explain...^_^;;;

[PokemonBreederChris]

Chris, did you see m. Sign up?

Rabidmunchlax - Yes, I did see your Sign up, however, your reply has shown me that you are not a careful reader. I had this quote in the previous post of mine:

ll everyone, I will now be active more since I have settled things down on my end. Others waiting for a review, do not fret, I will get them done ASAP. You are welcome to review them, and edit them. For example, some Sign Ups do not have bolded categories, which I am a stickler for. I will probably get to them either way late tonight or tomorrow.

I was trying to hint toward some members to "Bold" their character sheets, for I had specified that I would like the Sign Ups to have it for better organization. You clearly did not take that hint. I was to post other sign ups evaluations later as I am quite a busy individual.

well shoot, I thought I had it this time...oh well, I tried, I failed...at life well, I'll fix her up one last time, if that doesn't work I'm going to have to say "I quit".

EDIT: And I'm going to need to know what in the world the "Aura" is supposed to be. Last time I checked, Aura was built by emotions, though I could be wrong. Please clarify...meanwhile I'll check and see if you did explain...^_^;;;

CyberBlastoise - You did fix many things, and are nearing an acceptable sign up, you have not failed yet. I try to get close-to-perfection for my Sign Up applicants. In a way, some people say I "Force people to improve." Such a remark has given me rather colorful opinions. Notify me again when you apply the changes, either by this thread, or VM/PM. If you require help, I will drop some hints by you.

As for the Aura, I see your confusion, I think.

Let me define to you one of the official definitions of Aura, which I use as the context of this field. You are right to say it has to do with emotions, emotions are the "building blocks" of the Aura, as emotions are what can trigger it, not necessarily result of it. I think you have it confused on that, emotions act only as triggers, as power levelers toward the Aura. The Aura is the atmosphere of a being. The metaphysical, and even the physical sense that surrounds a person. When you look at their poise, their will, their courage, their electromagnetic field, you see a sense of an Atmosphere around them, something that can radiate to others, and feels to have life.

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The Aura is a distinctive and pervasive quality or character; air; atmosphere: an aura of respectability; an aura of friendliness.

The Aura is a subtly pervasive quality or atmosphere seen as emanating from a person, place, or thing.

The Aura is a distinctive but intangible quality that seems to surround a person or thing; atmosphere: An aura of defeat pervaded the candidate's headquarters.

These three definitions are courtesy of Dictionary.com.
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Each definition has at least one thing in common, "atmosphere." It is the atmosphere around the being, in this case, Legendary, which resembles who they are as a Legendary. I more so ask for the physical aura of the Legendary, as it is an innate ability that affects the surrounding around them, that they have little control over save the state of emotion they are currently in. That is the Aura I desire; you have a basic idea on it with your Sign up, but the emotion thing, I do not see Kyogre affecting emotions or thoughts of others around it. It is not a psychic Pokemon.

I hope that answered your question; if you want to inquire more, or have further questions do ask away. I gave you slight suggestions on possible "Auras" of Kyogre, use them as a skeletal base for your character. If you have writer's block, see what other members who have been accepted have done. Lugia's ability is Kyogre-esque, though I see Kyogre more dealing with the "currents" of water, rather than the collection of it.

Aura: ((The aura is the innate ability of your character in relation to the legendary that you are. 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.

Underlined in this quote are what you should focus on with your Aura.
Anyway CyberBlastoise, I appreciate that you are giving another try, so take your time, I am sure you can do it, as they say "Third time's the charm!" Perhaps with the clarification of the Aura, things will be better. Remember, if you have any questions, concerns, complaints, flattery, foodstuffs, shiny stones, or juicy details, direct them to me.

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Finished redo-ing Souls SU. It was a bit rushed, but I re-did Description and Aura (got a test to study for :P) Anyways, hope it's up to par!

wolfsrain23 -

*Thumbs up* Officially accepted now. Thank you.

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Here is my sign up. I think I might have got the wrong idea about the aura, so I realise that bit won't be the best.

If you have any questions or concerns, it is wise to come to me before you post your sign up so I can help fix an issue before your sign up is "official."

Rabidmunchlax:

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Name: Alex
Pokemon: Uxie
Gender: Male
Age: 23

First, I would like to say, you should BOLD your categories, it is an unwritten rule here in the RPG section, kind of. It helps for the reader and makes things easier to categorize and read and break through. Also, you hold the advantage over me, as I absolutely know NOTHING of the fourth gens except like brief generalizations of each Legendary of that generation. So my review might be ignorant on Uxie, but doing this RPG, I have been researching the Legendaries of the 4 Gen, but I still might be ignorant towards some details.

Also telling you now, but your Sign Up is not qualified enough. It is barely the minimum I established, and it looks hurriedly done upon "post reply" on the Sppf Forums. Work on your Sign Ups in a Word Processor, they help with grammar and spelling errors if you make a mistake on that. To me, this looks like there wasn't a lot of effort into the Sign Up. I could be wrong, but this is only first impressions on my part. If my reviews are longer than the actual Sign Up, that tends to be a clue the Sign Up might need heavy change.

Description: Alex is a small private man who, at 5'1" he isn't very physicaly imposing. He is very thin and straggly, brittle and frail. He is pretty much skin and bone, very little in the way of muscle. He initialy aquired clothing which would enhance his diminutive and physicaly negligable appearance. *He wears black trousers, black t-shirt and a large grey-black trench coat. When he moves about, the coat has a tendency to fly out behind him.

I don't understand what you mean by "private." Do you mean seclusive? Introverted? Paranoid? Lonely? Secretive? A Private Eye or military man perhaps? And what of shoes with his character? Also Trench Coat, <-- SO Private Eye.

Facialy, he has a small round face that is almost balanced on top of a thin, short neck. He has blue eyes that shine with an energy, yet he always appears to be squinting. His small, almost non-existant ears are hidden by masses of blond hair that goes down in untidy waves to well below his shoulders.

I could wish for more details, but this paragraph is acceptable. Though his figure still remains a blur even though I can figure him out kind of.

Personality: Alex is quiet, not speaking much and when he does, it is in a small voice. He is thoughtful and has a very large mental capacity. This large amount of knowledge make Alex a very egocentrical person, very selfish and cunning, only lending favours if they will eventually pay off threefold. He has no qualms with using his intelligence for small and petty crimes, such as stealing from shops, having assessed the security of the building.

yes, we know "quiet" means "not speaking much." Thus the add on to that sentence is not needed. Wait, egocentric? I thought your character was "quiet." You can't be Egocentric and quiet, those two do not mix together. As when you have a high ego, you tend to SHOW it, verbally or non-verbally.

So this "Alex" is a criminal mind? It is true, the smartest people are the "criminals who don't get caught." Think why all the mastermind evil villains of the Super Hero World tend to be geniuses.

He doesn't like to trust others. He would quite willingly join a group for a raid on a warehouse, having been the brains in the operation, only too late revealing that the plan will see the rest of the gang caught while he slips out unnoticed. This treachory makes him difficult to negotiate with as the person would have to constantly be on their toes, ensuring there are not unexpected results of their pact. Due to his size, Alex avoids physical brawls, yet he is more than capable of taking on someone more than twice his size in a one to one fight as he can use his size to slip around the opponent and use a knowledge of presure*points to incapitate the other person.

Another contradiction in this paragraph meaning in the RPG that you are very flexible and will take the persona that best suits you at the given time. We all aren't "Dittos," we can't "transform" to fit the best situation at the time. He is frail, yet he can take on heavy brutes so easily with his size? I don't see him as nimble, and his fingers might be too weak to apply the pressure at those pressure points.

[/B]Origin: "Hey, dude. Wake up mate."
In a back alley in one of the worst areas of New York City, one man, clad in torn denim was shaking another man awake. *"Come on, wake up!" There was increasing levels of desparation in the first man's voice. At last, the second man woke up and lazily stretched his body out. The second man gave a sigh of relief.
"Hey, you got a name kiddo?"
"Uhrrr. Where am I? Who are you?" the small blonde man inquired
"You, my son, are in the realm of me, Sir Digby!" the first man informed, seeing that the new man had developed amnesia of some form and deciding he could use him.

The small man pulled himself to a siting position and found him draped in a smelly, patched, and dirty blanket.
"No I am not. I appear to be in a down-town area of a large city, probably in America." He had no idea how, but he could tell that this accent was that of an American, whatever one of those was.*
"Smart kid," the tramp replied.*
"You don't know half of it. Now, my name. Hmmm, what is it"
"Wait, despite knowing you're in a back alley of an American city, you can't remember your own name? I found you just lying there, naked, if it helps."
"Alex," the man said abruptly. "My name is Alex."
"Here we go, now can you remember anyhing else?"
"I know so much, yet still so little. I can't remember my name or where I came from, yet I know your name is Cedric, fired from your job when you were caught stealing money. That inquiry broke you financialy, you moved out here when you lost your house. You now get food by stealing from people and looting bins. In short, a man this world could do without."
Alex got up and dived at Cedric, taking the larger man completely by surprise. He latched around his neck and sprang up onto his back, jabbing his thumbs into the back of Cedric's neck."
"Why are you doing this?" Cedric managed to choke out before falling limp on the ground. Alex stooped down and stripped Cebric's unconcious body and dressed himself.

He turned around and took in his surroundings. "Now to find out who I am."

Origin, denied. Not only is it basically in "scripted dialogue," I do not get any clear picture of the scene. Besides I personally asked for NO dialogue-heavy samples or fields in my RPG. It is rarely to see someone say "mate" in America too. As usually that word applies something else in social situations. Also when you DO use dialogue, pres [enter] key between each dialogue leaving a space between them. This seems like a heavy block of text to me.

By the by, what does the asterisk mean? You have a lot of them. I could explicitly break this down for you, but it was just too much a pain to organize in my mind. So I skimmed it, and found it very unacceptable. Work harder and with effort, with quality, on a word processor, if you can, before you submit something.

Aura: Alex's aura is what grants him his vast knowledge of the history of anything he encounters. He can also speak any language that people around him use. Hid huge intellectual capabilities of almost anything has three main weaknesses. The first is he only gains information about things he meets in person or has a near flawless description of it. Secondly, his large 'databank' can make it take a while to locate the knowledge. Thirdly, he has an almost constant whispering in the recesses of his brain.

Origin WAY too powerful, WAY. Yes you gave him weaknesses, but they just don't seem real. They aren't really any weaknesses either. The first weakness is more an ability, nearly flawless? You call that a weakness? Sure the 'loading' process of the 'data bank' might take awhile for him to search, but that implies ALMOST omnipotence. The Human Mind is complex and can fish out many things that enter the long-term memory banks by only small triggers. He does not know everything in the universe that would cause him to stall in thinking. The mind works fast. I also don't find whispering in my brain a weakness, unless its a personality disorder. Something wrong with my brain. If he has that, put it in personality. These are not weaknesses.

His tatoo that represents this aura is at the very top of his shoulder. It is in the shape of a double ended sword and yellow in colour. The shape represents the difficulty to use Alex for your own means.*

I don't understand your last sentence, how does it represent this? Aura i has so much error, and does not look like a lot of effort was placed into it. Take your time before submitting things; this sign up seemed rushed.
 

I am going to have to deny your character design. It was not ready to be posted. It was rushed, there were grammatical and spelling errors that a spell checker, either in word processor or online could fix. That and the Origin, and Aura needed heavy heavy work. Origin was formatted horribly and the content of it, was flawed. You are welcome to try again, but this character is DENIED.

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GM Note: Manaphy Mares and Tundra_Wolfmane, I shall get to your evaluations in the next post. I have not forgotten about you two!

[Hakerius]

Will make any changes you deem necessary, finally had an idea for a character and had been making final tweaks the past couple days. I figured if I don't get her up now for a glance over, I might end up tweaking her forever. Also ended up doing a fair amount of research with it as well.

Name: Natalie
Legendary: Zapdos
Gender: Female
Age: 21

Description: Natalie stands at five and a half feet in height with a moderate muscular build and weighs in at around a hundred-twenty pounds. She’s strong enough to be able to lift herself over obstacles. Her complexion is lightly tanned, much akin to if she spent a couple days at the beach. Her eyes are a pale green hue. Natalie has a narrow nose and does not have high cheekbones. She keeps her dirty blond hair short in the back, not more than three quarters of an inch in length, but does allow a few sections to grow out to much longer lengths. From the hairline back to the front of her ears, the top layer her hair is about six inches in length before it shortens again and the hair under the most visible top layer gradually shortens. The hair that would comprise her bangs has been cut short and in a v-like fashion. She has five of these bang “clusters” namely above her right eye an inch in length, another just off to the right side of the center of her forehead, also of the same length. A third resides a third of the way between her temple and the center of her face. The other two clusters jut off horizontally from the top of her, hanging over her other bangs.

Her clothing is rather plain, consisting of two colors she likes. She wears a golden yellow button-down work shirt with a pocket over the left breast. Over her shirt, she has a thin sleeveless black v-neck vest. Most of the time she keeps the vest buttoned. The tail of the shirt ends right above her black denim work pants. The pants have an inseam length of the pants is fifteen inches and ends past her knees. From the belt loop above her right pocket and attaching to a loop of material below the pocket, hangs a brass chain. More for style rather than use, she does wear a belt around her waist. For footwear, Natalie has a pair of black work boots and her yellow socks are seen poking out from just above her boots. Around each wrist she wears a wrist warmer, two inches in width. The warmers are black with a yellow zigzagging pattern around the middle. For outerwear, she has an ankle length black oilskin duster. That is one size too large for her. The coat is single-breasted with four buttons down the chest and has two pockets right below the waist level. There is a detachable rain flap hanging down her back and over her shoulders ending halfway down her upper arm. The sleeves are too long for her, coming down to the top of her palm. A slit up from the bottom of the coat up to her waist level allows for extra mobility.

Personality: She loves to have fun and will do her best to make even mundane tasks much more enjoyable. She likes to be one of the guys and will roughhouse other people in jest. In addition, she appreciates a good joke or prank, but rarely does it to be malicious. Instead, her aim is to bring smiles, even if the target doesn’t at first appreciate it. She will dance like no one is watching, despite the fact she can’t dance all that well. It’s fun for her so she doesn’t care if she looks like an idiot doing so. Natalie adores stormy weather, there’s just something about the howling winds, the pounding rain, and the rumble of thunder that just feels exhilarating for her almost like it is where she belongs. Being able to go and take a walk in the rain or watching lightning from the porch is something she finds pleasing. She holds a deep respect for the destructive power of nature.

To her, there’s no point in staying depressed for very long – everything gets better. Even when she has her down moments, she shakes it away and will deal with it at a better time. For anyone who needs a pick-me-up, she’ll see what she can do to brighten their mood or at least get them into thinking about something that is not what’s causing them issues. However, it bothers her that she doesn’t remember anything prior to the day she was found and is the main source of her down moments. She tries to keep her frustration bottled in, but sometimes it is tough for her to do so. Natalie doesn’t get angry in a traditional violent sense, she gets even. Rarely will she physically lash out, instead choosing a more entertaining method in which to get back at a wrong. One action that will net a physical response no matter her mood, is to grab the back of neck. She absolutely despises it and will turn around to clock the offender.

She believes in karma, that doing one good deed will eventually bring about one in return in the future. She’ll help others without worry about payment or receiving anything in return, if it’s something she can aid with, she’ll be there. Even for pranks, she knows someone will get her back, but that’s part of the fun, waiting to see what someone else can do to return the favor. She’ll talk to those around her, but she’s not one for excessive chit-chat. If given the choice to fully plan something or fly by the seat of her pants, she’ll choose the latter any day of the week. It’s more enjoyable for her to take things as they come as opposed to having a set schedule.

To others, it doesn’t seem like she takes anything seriously, even going so far as to make a sarcastic “game face” just to annoy them when they accuse her of not taking something seriously. People who are too serious bother her and she’ll butt heads with them saying they really need to lighten up and live a little. Sure she could take things seriously the way they would and worry about the what ifs? What will happen, will happen and worrying excessively about it will just make matters worse in her eyes. She doesn’t take well to stiff rules and will test the limits of them. Others might see her as a promoter of chaos given her tendency of bending the law.

Origin: Natalie looked out the second story window at the rainstorm passing over the little apartment her newfound roommates were renting out. Rain pattered loudly against the window as a gust of wind blew in from off of the ocean. Off in the distance she could hear the low rumble of thunder followed moments later by a flash of lightning. Things seemed almost familiar to her, yet at the same time they weren’t. That thought alone bothered her and she frowned.

It was only two days back when one of her new roommates found her naked and freezing in an alley of this strange place they called “Ney York City.” Brian, the young man who spotted her heading back from his classes, had given her his long overcoat to cover up with and brought her back to the apartment he shared with three of his friends. Any place was better than there and she’d gone with him. When they arrived back, his roommates were shocked. They’d asked her for a name, but she couldn’t remember anything about herself. After an hour of tossing names at her, she eventually settled on being called Natalie.

As another act of kindness, they took her out to shop for something to wear yesterday. Sure it was just a small store, and wasn’t what they called a “designer store” whatever that was, but there she was able to get something to call her own and stop borrowing clothing from Erica. She was content with the outfit she’d picked out – yellow work shirt and socks with a black pair of knee length pants and boots – but they insisted she get a coat of some sort. She loved the coat Brian lent her when he found her that evening and wanted one just like it.

Pulling herself away from the window, she took a look around the room. Her roommates called it the office room. Along each wall of the room, one computer sat on a wooden desk. In the far corner against the same wall as the door, another table sat and on it rested the router for the network along with the communal printer and scanner. Headsets rested on the monitors awaiting the students for their next gaming adventure.

She left the room and walked down the wooden floor towards the living room. Off to her left, a brunette young woman, Erica, was busy in the small kitchen preparing a number of snacks, some already placed on the counter dividing the living room and kitchen. Natalie found it odd she was fixing so much food but continued on her way. She was surprised to find the burgundy couch they let her use for a bed pushed much closer to the wall than it was prior. The gaming system that once sat in front of the TV was set to the side as well as their accessories.

“Hey Natalie, would you move that stand closer to this couch?” Brian asked and pointed to the other light silver couch he and a blond haired young man just finished moving. “Marcus and I finished moving some of the stuff around for the game in a little bit.”

She nodded and grabbed the brass stand with a glass top and moved it gently over to the couch. “The game?” she asked, confused about what game they were talking about. “Is it fun like what we did last night?”

“Oh it’s fun alright, but it’s not playing on the Wii,” Marcus replied, taking a seat on the silver couch. “We’ve got a bunch of friends coming over tonight to watch the ball game. We thought we’d move things around so more of us could sit in front of the couches. Stephanie’s out getting a few more things, but she’s running late.”

The apartment door flung open and a tall redhead walked in with a bag of groceries in her arms. Natalie grabbed the bag and brought it over to the kitchen as Stephanie removed her bright yellow poncho and hung it on the coat rack by the door.

“It’s freakin’ pouring outside,” she grumbled, taking off towards her room. “Traffic was absolutely horrid, even more so than usual down to the store. I’m going to change to a dry pair of jeans, my pants are soaked. Some idiot decided to drive his car through the puddle and get me wet as I was coming out.”

Over the next few hours, nearly a dozen of her roommates friends filtered in, some wore strange large shirts with a number and a name on the back. Wet shoes lined neatly near the door and coats were tossed carelessly near the door. Brian picked up the remote and changed to a local sports channel. Natalie sat cross-legged on the floor next to him and leaned forward, resting her hands on her ankles. Stephanie set a large bag of chips and party mix down on the coffee table in the middle of the room while Erica placed salsa and dip to accompany the chips. A couple of them asked her questions, but she was thankful when Brian covered the more embarrassing questions like where she was from.

“Would you get us a couple sodas from the fridge Natalie while you’re up? Get one for yourself too,” Marcus called.

Opening the double doors of the upper two thirds of the fridge, she scanned past the cold pizza and leftover take out to the drink shelf. Grabbing some cans and holding them against her chest with her arm, an idea came to mind. The day before, Marcus went to get a drink for Brian and himself and she noticed he shook the can before giving in to Brian. Brian was none too pleased when the drink overflowed onto him, but Marcus thought it was hilarious. If Marcus did it, it must mean it’s alright to do back.

She vigorously shook a can of root beer as she removed it from the fridge, out of sight from anyone else. Closing the door with her shoulder, she left and return to the living room. Natalie handed the root beer to Marcus and turned to distribute the remaining drinks among the visitors sitting on the floor. A strong exclamation, complete with a couple select words, made behind her let her know she’d done it right. Marcus was sitting down and holding the overflowing can further out, with a growing puddle of brown liquid beneath it. Several people nearby laughed and someone tossed him a napkin to clean up the mess.

“I would have expected something like that from Brian in exchange from last night,” the blond man replied with a small laugh. “That’s why I asked you.”

“I learned that from you.”

“Game’s starting guys!” someone called.

She stood up with everyone else when they played an opening musical piece, not fully understanding it but she did anyway. She didn’t quite fully understand this strange game. There was a large stadium filled with cheering people and men dressed in white with navy blue vertical pinstripes and under shirt played on the little white squares and out on the grass. The team in white with red lettering only had one man out in the open.

“Alright Natalie, the guys in the white and blue, you cheer for them. Those are the Yankees. The guys with the red letters are the Boston Red Sox. They suck,” Brian explained to her. She made a mental note to cheer for the guys in blue. “Whenever you see a Yankee go around all three of those squares, called bases, and run back to the that one five-sided one, that’s a point for their team. You have to be careful because sometimes the other team will catch the ball in the air or toss it to their man on base. That counts as an out and if the guy crosses home plate after a ball is caught in the air, the point doesn’t count. Three outs and the teams switch places.”

It was all pretty confusing to her, but she figured it would make more sense to her as the game played on and she could actually see the game in action.

She watched intently as the game continued on with the Red Sox taking a point late in the game. The Yankees caught up once more in the next switch and kept the Sox at bay. They were on something called the “bottom of the ninth” and the teams were tied at 1-1. The Yankees had a player on second and one out as another batter walked up to the plate. Around her, everyone was on the edge of their seats, fists clenched and praying for a victory.

The batter let two balls go by waiting for the one. He swung, and the ball flew into the stands with the fans scrambling to catch it. The crowd fell silent once again. A sharp crack rang out as the next ball went sailing out into center field. Two of the Boston players sprinted to catch the fly ball with the two Yankees ran around the bases.

Everyone started to slowly stand up as the ball neared the wall with the lead Red Sox player in hot pursuit. He leapt up against the wall to make a mad grab for the ball, but the ball passed not more than mere inches above him and sailed out of the park. The fans erupted in spirited cheering as the announcer declared the Yankees the winner.

Inside the apartment, one of Brian’s overzealous friends leapt to his feet, completely forgetting about the large bowl of popcorn on his lap, spilling the buttery snack all over the floor. Several more of their friends erupted into raucous cheers, high fiving one another. Even Natalie was swept up in the victory, leaping to her feet to high five the person next to her. Maybe this life wasn’t so bad after all.

Miscellaneous: Natalie has been influenced by each of the people she’s staying with to some degree, some more so than others. She also tends to wander the apartment in her socks, which her roommates figure the source of her shocks.

Aura: Natalie’s aura has a tendency to make some people around her feel a bit off, but they can’t quite put their finger on it. She doesn’t exude negative feelings but rather an electromagnetic field that may make those sensitive to such fields feel like they are being watched from afar or a touch uneasy. Most people don’t appear to notice it, but they are much more likely to notice the static shocks she’s prone to giving off. Her aura also occasionally has an effect on nearby electronics - lights might faintly flicker once and small devices might have a brief interference before working normally again. When in the company of others like her, her aura may be seen as small sparks arcing along her body, and the interference she causes to electronics and lights may increase in frequency.

Around her right ankle is a thin black tattoo depicting a pair of lightning bolts. The bottom bolt is the wider of the two at an eighth of an inch. As the bottom bolt snakes around, it branches downwards with five tendrils at different, uneven spacing, and what could be considered the central most branch ends below her heel. Additionally, three arcs evenly placed around her ankle arc up and intersect with the top band. The upper band is half as wide as the bottom one with its seven tendrils branching out and circling around. Two additional tendrils at equal lengths around her ankles snake their way down. The upper branches fade out two inches above the band. Her marking may be hidden by her socks.

[PokemonBreederChris]

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Name: Curran
Legendary: Mew
Gender: Male
Age: 16[B]

Interesting, a male Mew, that is rare as many people like to play Mew as a "She." Age, interesting as well, mid teen, so old enough for adventure, but too young for responsibilities.

Description: Curran stands at roughly five feet, nine inches and weighs around one-hundred-twenty pounds. His build is slender and athletic he is as fast and strong as he appears. He has somewhat tan skin, with no visible acne. His fiery orange hair is somewhat long (falling just below his earlobes) and pin-straight and his bangs serve to perfectly frame his dazzling emerald eyes. His ears come to an elf-like point and have a pink triangle “tattoo” on the back that looks like a cat’s ear.

Weight shouldn't really be put in numerical values, as weight differs a lot per person based on their body structure. I more so say weight as a descriptor for mass or the affect of gravity upon you as that is what weight is measurement of. What is "somewhat" tan skin however? As with "somewhat" we don't know what the initial color is, tan usually refers to a darkened Caucasian when "somewhat," is implied. I am to assume you meant it that way. Triangle tattoos interesting. I see that this is your only paragraph on the physique, the body, the face, and most of the description beyond clothing however. Your character is not as blurry, but the face - I would like to see more details about.

Curran’s wardrobe varies from day to day, but always has a red/silver color scheme. One of his typical outfits is a silver shirt with red trim at the bottom with a red and silver striped sweater over it. The sweater itself is quite interesting in construction. His sweater cuts off just above his hips, but his top continues down another quarter foot. His sleeves, on the other hand, manage to extend a little past his wrists, ending just before his thumb. His pants are silver, red, and white plaid and go down to a pair of shoes that are designed to resemble shadow the hedgehog’s air-skates and have a matching color scheme. Atop his head rests a silver bucket hat with red rings embroidered onto the brim.

very descriptive clothing.

His other outfit is a red, skin tight turtleneck with sleeves that reach just above his elbows. The top itself is a poly-cotton blend and cuts off roughly an inch and a half below his sternum, revealing a faint -yet very much defined- six pack. Over this he wears a sleeveless, silver-colored jacket with a lighter grey inside that is usually left open. When he wears this outfit he wears a pair of grey, stonewashed jeans that seem to be right there in-between regular and skinny cut. With this outfit he wears a pair of red, half finger gloves made from the same material as his top. His shoes with this are a pair of red, slip-on vans with grey ankle socks.

I find the other paragraph on a new piece of clothing acceptable, but perhaps you need another paragraph describing the description of your character beyond clothing. Else your description is alright.

Personality: Curran is innocent like a child and occasionally gullible. He cares about all life, and will often put someone else’s safety before his. His most obvious quality is his purity of heart; he is always kind and caring. He tends to be calm with a very level head. This is not to say that nothing can rattle him, he is actually easily. He is an absolute pacifist and will only fight if he has no other choice; should he be forced to fight he will try to hold back and give his opponent chances to stop. He tends to be merciful and will refrain from finishing his opponents off. He is somewhat shy and quiet at times, but warms up to people fairly quickly.

"he is actually easily" what does this mean? Fragmented in the sense the idea of the sentence cuts off there. Do you mean easily rattled? Also absolute pacifists would more likely end up hurting themselves figuring out if they should fight, or having someone else hurt them when they are in that internal conflict. Even if he had the choice, he would have a large internal conflict within himself. Also, holding back would be deadly, it also implies your character with gary-stu abilities, saying he can easily fight at a huge level even if he is a pacifist. This personality indicated a power played character. Mew could be all powerful, yes, but not in the beginning of this RPG. It also implies he knows how to fight easily. Ussually "fighting" is basic instinct, where martial styles help hone that instinct to a better degree.

Once he is out of his shell, he is more out spoken. His general demeanor is fairly kind and outgoing. He still remains quiet and serious, but he is much more outgoing and willing to put his two cents in. One of the two constant traits he has is his ease of scaring and startling, especially by thugs, gang members and thunder. His typical reaction when presented with any of these is to duck behind one of his tougher-looking friends for protection or –in the case of the latter- duck under the covers. Even though he is easily frightened ghost stories and haunted houses don’t really scare him that much; they may, however, get a scream of surprise (especially if the source is behind him) and an occasional jump behind his closest-physically speaking- friend for cover.

When did you mention anything about a shell? "warms up to people fairly quickly" makes it seem that even if there is a shell, it is very very frail. I did not catch him off as shy, just calm as you mentioned in the first paragraph. He is rather startled? Interesting, though how can he not be afraid of ghosts and haunted houses, when they have the same elements of surprise as real life events? Sure they can be predictable which could be an excuse. I find most of this paragraph filler. As it doesn't add on to anything in your first paragraph. Choose one overarching personality and stick with it. Does he or does he not have a shell?

Origin: Mew glided through the skies, drawn by a mysterious power. He floated through the ruins of a city that seemed to have been essentially razed to the ground. He found where he felt the power source came from and then everything went black. He felt like he was plummeting towards the ground, then nothing. Cold darkness engulfed his whole being. His memory of being a legendary was purged from his mind.

Ok, for Origin, all I have to say is: "I, the GM, am MASTER of the past, and probably future of the Legendaries." Though this paragraph is vague, for all we know, Mew was hanging out in the Orange Islands, drinking an Iced Mocha, unaware of this "battle" that was taking place, until too late. Thus this starting paragraph is invalid. The past before they "awaken" in the "real world" is my creation for plot specific points.

A new form began plummeting, this time in the skies over Fifth Avenue. He opened his emerald eyes to see the clouds passing as he fell. Turning his head he saw the fast approaching ground below him; he squeezed his eyes shut and crossed his arms to brace for impact only to find himself engulfed in a pink bubble-like sphere. His descent rapidly slowed down as he righted himself and landed on his bare feet. He looked down to discover that he was naked. Upon realizing this, his face became a bright scarlet. His cheeks would have made Groudon seem pale. When he looked up he saw a woman in her mid-late twenties closing up a shop his face did the unimaginable, it turned an even brighter shade of red. He quickly moved his hands to cover himself up.

"Plummeting" you say, "See the clouds passing" you say, "fast approaching ground" you say, all which I'll have to reply "nay." Sure he could probably summon a pink sphere of bubble-like substance around him to brace him for the impact, but still, it'd create a crater, as that is how physics works. Have him "wake up" after the impact, if one is conscious during the impact, they are more likely to freak and die because of their freaking out. So he lands in the middle of a street, where more than a simple lady can see him? Where exactly does he land, New York City is very crowded, one reason why I chose that concrete giant.

“Who are you? What happened? How did you do that?” She bombarded him with questions.

“I… Don’t know.” Was all that he could whisper in response.

The woman sighed and let him into her store, she gave him a few pieces of clothing that she thought would look good on him. After they began talking she began to pity the boy and decided to adopt him; eventually giving him the name Curran, a traditional Irish name that means hero. He currently works at the boutique and models in his adoptive mother’s monthly fashion show.

I'd think the woman would more be surprised, more freak out than be curiosly bombarding questions. Though there is the strange one from time to time that'd be like "oooo, perdy." Also, adoption? WAY superficial, adoption takes a looooong time. So officially adopt, I don't think so, perhaps "be a host for" appropriate. She's in her late 20s, she'd more want to start having a family than a teen-aged boy. If she was an elderly grandmotherly figure, I'd find it more acceptable, but she's in her late 20s. Working at the store is fine, name is appropriate, but the origin as of now is superficial and needs changing to reflect more realism.

Miscellaneous: As stated above, Curran currently models for his adoptive mother’s boutique; he is also a skilled dancer/singer. Despite his timid nature he is actually quite skilled at self-defense, both unarmed and armed.

self-defense? As I said earlier, power playing. Singing, dancing is fun, who doesn't like to party some times. His personality does not reflect any of his other features however.

Aura: Curran’s aura is probably the least subtle. For starters it can calm any raging or frightened animal within three feet of him. It also is capable of producing Mew’s energy sphere from the first pokemon movie; however he must be in certain danger for this to happen. This sphere also doubles as how his aura appears to his fellow legendaries.

For the Aura, I find it too overpowering as of now. Sure Mew could be considered a powerful legendary; so yes, it could have a potent aura, but not "the least subtle." For raging animals, in three feet, circular radius, I think that is too powerful, cause even if he quelled a raging beast's spirit, it would not be enough to stop the kinetic force of the beast and he'd still get rammed. Perhaps he can like "communicate" with the animals, put his hand to their head, and calm him that way, but a natural "calming aura" that when one passes through, I find unacceptable.

His tattoo (or rather tattoos) is probably among the most simple yet intricate. For starters he has a pair of pink, cat-ear-shaped tattoos, one on the back of each ear. In addition to that he has a pink line tattoo running from the base of his tailbone and up his back that resembles Mew’s tail. However, by far, the most intriguing one is a barbed-wire-like ring that runs around his navel; though it is hard to see unless he is in the presence of another legend or mortal danger in which case it will glow hot-pink.

the tattoo description acceptable.
 

Manaphy Mare:

Overall, Manaphy, I am going to have to pend your sign up. You did an excellent job with describing things, but your character was rather superficial, contradicting, and power-played. You need to add more to your description, revamp your personality and Aura some, and fix your Origin so that it takes away from the "past" and well removes the unrealistic superficial things.

Sorry Manaphy, but you get a three day pending reservation.

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Name:
Runner
Legendary:
Entei
Gender:
Male
Age:
29

Candy fields look alright. Almost thirty of Entei, that's probably the oldest character so far. Every time I look at your character, specifically "Runner," I think of "Run, Forest, Run!"

Description:
Runner , standing at six feet and four inches, is no short man. Though tall, he makes himself appear slightly shorter by constantly bowing his head to face often smaller people than him. His height is accompanied by a dense build with a strongly defined musculature, which is peculiarly covered in small scars both old and new. His shoulders are wide and his chest is broad, both of which are common attributes of men with his physique. His arms have proportionally slightly longer length and more defined muscles than the rest of his body, as well. His hands are large compared to an average man’s, so it goes without saying that his fingers are also longer than an average man’s. He has thick legs that taut with muscle as he runs. Like his hands, his feet are also big. The skin underneath is rough and cracked, allowing him to walk comfortable on most surfaces. His skin is a perpetually tan color that doesn’t seem to darken or lighten with the presence or lack of sunlight. His body is a bit on the hairy side, particularly on his arms and legs. They are thin, however, and not all that visible from afar. Also, his chest hairs are thin and tiny and can only be seen within proximity.

That's a lot of vivid description. Nice. Only coming from personal experiences, tall men of that age, have thick hair upon their torso, and limbs. Though I guess it also depends on hair color, as well. The darker the hair the easier it is to see, the lighter, like blond, is harder to see. Thick hair is also not visible from afar if they see the person's body, but it has a dense texture and it can be seen at distance.

[QUOTE=Tundra_Wolfmane;10987865]His head is squarish and proportional to the size of his body. He has shoulder length auburn hair that half the time looks like he just shook his head to get it in its shape – which he actually usually does. The other half of the time, they’re windswept due to his running. His hair is long enough to cover his ears, which are slightly pointed, but not enough to cause him any hassle for them. He has a wide forehead, though it’s not obvious due to his bangs. His eyebrows are thin and evenly spaced. They hover over a pair of deep, unnaturally dark red eyes that will more often than not look straight. Thankfully, the shadow of his head keeps them from being too obvious and bringing them too much attention. The bridge of his nose is neither too thick nor too thin, and his nose itself is inconspicuously flat. He has thin lips that hide teeth with canines that look a bit too sharp to be human, though that is usually not taken into account. His chin is slightly covered in stubble, which might be the beginnings of a scruffy beard.[quote]

Again, nice detail. Very explicit.

His clothes are simple enough. He wears a slightly worn out dark red shirt with the sleeves ripped away – they were too confining as well as painful on his large limbs. In fact, the shirt itself doesn’t hide any of the muscles of his upper body. His forearms are covered by black armlets with no visible design. On his lower body, he wears a plain pair of baggy, dark brown shorts with extra pockets. They’re long enough to reach an inch below his knees when standing. Around his neck is a light gray scarf that’s reminiscent to the white mane of his past life. Finally, he wears a make-shift red headband from a torn handkerchief on his forehead.

Clothing is nice, got a nice image of your character; could even see some of his personality shine through the description, though only subtle.

Personality:
Though Runner might be an intimidating figure to most other people, he on the other hand is quite intimidated by large groups of them. It has been ingrained in him to try to avoid the masses; perhaps a reflex action passed on from his old form. As such, he is comfortable being only around a handful of people at a time lest he tries to run from them. When forced into a crowd, he becomes really fidgety, and often the only cure is for him to sprint out the excess energy. You see, he’s a bit paranoid. He has the constant sensation that he has to run or he might get captured. By what, he doesn’t really know, but he just followed that instinct. He’s not afraid of people, but of being restrained by some unknown being. That said, only a few people get to see him stand still for more than a minute without running to another point.

That personality made me slightly laugh at a scene I depicted with your character. This will be a fun personality to interact with, for perhaps the hands of the GM might bring him into unpleasant situations...The New York Subway perchance...

If he gets comfortable enough to sit still and actually get him to speak, they would find out that he’s a skeptical person. He doesn’t trust new faces easily and tends to stay tense under scrutiny. It wouldn’t be far fetched to say that he would bolt if someone were to look at him strangely. He relays this in a gruff and sometimes disinterested manner. People that talk to him might also notice a lack of attention to the conversation. He’s observant. He never stops paying attention to his surroundings unless he something significant or fascinating in the discussion catches his attention. When something does, they would find him quite an interesting fellow who uses his whole body rather than just his voice to give life to his words, which are limited due to his still growing vocabulary.

You give life to your characters through personality, your character is very well defined.

For now, it seems that his memories, or lack there of, doesn’t seem to bother him. He doesn’t dwell on his problems or dilemmas for long. Both figuratively and literally, he’d rather just keep on looking at the path that he’s taking and run towards whatever is at the end, and when he’s reached that, run for the next one. It helps with his restlessness and abundance of energy. Not to say that he has a one track mind, but that seems to happen he starts. It would take quite a stimulus to get his attention after he has started. He essentially becomes one with his surroundings, using all of his senses to keep running by jumping over and under obstacles and avoiding would-be collisions.

I enjoyed reading your personality, it has nice substance to it, and was not dry at all, making it fun to read.

Origin:
[[Insert a lot of epic text here and we get a story of Entai/Runner's Origin]]

I found nothing disagreeable with your Origin. I enjoyed reading it.

Miscellaneous:
Runner has taken with him some traits that his old body had. His senses are a bit stronger than a normal man’s. He is not really affected by intense heat, much less by the cold, and doesn’t need as much water as the average man. He also runs at a slightly higher temperature, though that may just be because of his constant running. He also has, along with great speed, abnormal stamina. He can run quite a long distance under constant rays of the sun without breaking a sweat. Running, actually, is his favorite pastime. He just can’t get enough of the wind against his face. Even when there are obstacles, he can run through them with ease with the help of his senses. Oddly, he can run quite well on all fours without losing his balance, although it does tire him out significantly faster. Oh, and though it’s not from his old form, he doesn’t understand metaphors and idioms; he might just take them seriously.

Nothing wrong here in the Misc. department. Subtle traits are acceptable, and though constant running could be a sense of power-playing, I see you have it balanced with some weakness, and I trust you won't be in the RPG never tiring out.

Aura:
His mark would have been quite obvious if not for his trusty headband. Predictably, the tattoo is on his wide forehead and red in color. It’s very prominent, which is why he hides it. Its shape bears resemblance to the three-tined crest on the Entei’s head. Visually, it would look like three horns facing three different directions and connected on one end. One horn points straight up, and the other two horns are lying on either sides of it at sixty degrees, the unconnected ends curving to point to the top.

Nice description of the mark.

His visible aura is light red. It envelopes his body like a formfitting suit with a large, three-tined crest on his forehead. On his back extends a mane that billows about regardless of the presence of the wind. From his shoulder blades extend wing-like protrusions with three points.

nice description of the physical aura.

His aura is not that noticeable during warmer days, but obvious during the colder ones. The air around him seems to get hot, though not at all sweltering. The closer he is, the warmer it gets. It also seems to tire people out easier, both due to his presence and the heat. When he is running, the wind also seems to follow him around, giving people that he runs past a quite a strong breeze that is enjoyable with the heat that he brings. Flames also burn stronger when he’s near, but not enough to actually cause anyone concern…unless, of course, another legendary is close by. Then his aura might actually cause them to burn rather dangerously fervent. Small fires may explode. His aura also causes his surroundings to get hotter, particularly the ground. The closer he is to another, the more restless he also gets.

Heat does fatigue people. I find the Aura ability acceptable.
 

Tundra_Wolfmane:

Tundra, overall I find your Sign up ACCEPTABLE!. It was well thought out, and very descriptive that your character was "alive." I can tell you put forth a lot of effort into your character. I found like no changeable flaw into your sign up, and nothing contradicted as you thought it might.


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Will make any changes you deem necessary, finally had an idea for a character and had been making final tweaks the past couple days. I figured if I don't get her up now for a glance over, I might end up tweaking her forever. Also ended up doing a fair amount of research with it as well.

Hakerius - I will get to your sign up shortly, Serebii posts only allow me to fit two to three sign ups depending on length. There is a character limit and I have exceeded it a few times.

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GenericUserName - Got your PM, and reserved Suicune for you. You have till the exact start of 2/06/2010 EST.

GM NOTE: *Looks at first post* Yikes I need to update it, will do! Also, important message:

"For those who are now accepted, I am allowing you to create a second or possibly even third character for this RPG. Since you are already accepted, the second character will only go on a "pass/fail" test. Evaluating only the Aura, Origin, and miscellaneous sections."

I think now, there enough RPers to start the RPG; though sign ups are open until every last Legendary is taken. Or until the RPG itself, when that starts, is at a point of no return.

I shall be revamping the first post of this Thread, in due time, as I have to now write a report on Books 1 through 4 of Homer's Odyssey .

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Manaphy Mare - Mew - Pending, has till February 3rd, 2:25 pm EST
GenericUserName - Suicune - Reserved until February 5th, 11:59 pm EST

[Manaphy Mare]

I got most of the edits done. I've changed his Origin and Aura and edited the personality and appearance. I'm going to finish his personality a little later, but he was meant to be a little self-contradicting in the courage department.

[CyberBlastoise]

well, I better hurry up and finish mine so I can start work on my second one, ehehehe...well at least I have an aura for that one...you could probably guess who I hope to get before too late.

Anyways, another question, I was hoping to separate the aura from the rest before completing my fix-ups. Is this one okay?

Tim's aura allows him to bend the currents of waters to his will. He can cause rapids to become serene streams and vice-versa, however, this power is EXTREMELY limited to his immediate area. For example, he cannot use this power to stop someone from drowning from an undercurrent unless he was right next to said person. He can also increase/decrease the density of any LIQUID source near him to allow him and his friends to swim/survive in it as though it were just mere water.

I hope this Aura is okay. I just wanted to post this just to be sure its okay. Oh and I hope you don't mind the CAPS I love them...but that's not the reason, I wanted to EMPHASIZE the specific DETAILS *bricked*

[cdra1617]

Since greywolf123's reservation ran out, I'm nabbing Latios as a secondary character. ^^; Reserve me please!

[PokemonBreederChris]

I got most of the edits done. I've changed his Origin and Aura and edited the personality and appearance. I'm going to finish his personality a little later, but he was meant to be a little self-contradicting in the courage department.

Manaphy Mare - Alright; notify my again in the near future when you are ready to have your character re-evaluated. You can still work on him beyond the pending reserve; but once the pending reserve is up, competition for your spot is allowed.

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well, I better hurry up and finish mine so I can start work on my second one, ehehehe...well at least I have an aura for that one...you could probably guess who I hope to get before too late.

Anyways, another question, I was hoping to separate the aura from the rest before completing my fix-ups. Is this one okay?

Tim's aura allows him to bend the currents of waters to his will. He can cause rapids to become serene streams and vice-versa, however, this power is EXTREMELY limited to his immediate area. For example, he cannot use this power to stop someone from drowning from an undercurrent unless he was right next to said person. He can also increase/decrease the density of any LIQUID source near him to allow him and his friends to swim/survive in it as though it were just mere water.

I hope this Aura is okay. I just wanted to post this just to be sure its okay. Oh and I hope you don't mind the CAPS I love them...but that's not the reason, I wanted to EMPHASIZE the specific DETAILS *bricked*

CyberBlastoise -

Emphasizing works well beyond the '!', the CAPS, the bolds, the italics. You could simply say "She exclaimed, she focused herself upon a deep tone, she shouted." Thinks such as that. I personally only like CAPITAL LETTERS when they emphasize the First Letter of a Word. It puts emphasis, a push of the lung to that word. Sure it is not SHOUTING with the CAPITAL Letters, but it is Punching With The Capital In The Front Spot. How you Write using Words, you gain a different POETIC VOICE. Also with your CAPS it sounds like you are spazzing out, SHOUTING the word AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS! Emphasizing is one thing, yelling obnoxiously is another. I think the emphasize you want can be simply done with a italics.

Seeing all capitals, to me, is honestly a turn off when I read, however, if you wrote in the font where it has the capital letter, and then smaller capital letters behind the first capital letter, than that I find acceptable. Not sure the Sppf Forums can do that however, I do know Word can. The thing with the smaller capitals, just put them in size 1 font or something.

As for the sample explanation of the Aura you showed me, I would say this:

1. Fix up the grammar within it before officially adding it to your revamped sign up. Example of this in technical: A comma splice in the sentence with the weaknesses - the drawbacks.

2. Focus more on the description/imagery of your Aura. You answer the "what" but still the "why" and "how." Also saying things like "vice-versa" should be eliminated. The word/word is ok as the / represents and/or or vice-versa, but I prefer juicy detail over secretary shortcuts.

3. Water is deadly, very very deadly, if has caused so many deaths a year because it IS around 70&#37; existent on Earth. Swimming in water is very hard for some, the currents are evil. He can manipulate the currents yes? So he can cause a whirlpool, heavy rapids, defy gravity within water, amplify his strength 2 fold maybe in water. When one is submerged in water, the "world" around them changes. Astronauts use pools to help them practice Space situations. "mere water" therefore would be unacceptable. Serene water on the other hand, acceptable.

4. You should more focus on what it can do, instead of what it can't do. What exactly is controlling the currents of water? I would think he'd be able to save someone from drowning too if he knew they were drowning. If he was on the beach, saw a kid way out in the ocean - still visible to the human eye, or with slight magnification through lens - he'd maybe go swim fast to save him, and sweep him from the current. Sure he could not do it long range, is what you imply, but if he swam there to do it, he'd be able to do it. Hence why I find that part of the Aura unneeded to say. Common sense really is what it boils down to.

5. Density, a tricky sort. We all know density of water is 1.0; as that is what density was originally based off of, water. H2O. Many liquids are lighter than water, some heavier, but a lot lighter. This I don't find needed as an Aura, sure it is creative, but pretty much useless. Instead of Density, focus more on water pressure. Pressure can help sink or float things. Even give power like jets to water. Pressure, in my opinion would be better than density. If not pressure, you have volume. Perhaps you, as Kyogre can stretch the volume of a water-base by adding or subtracting water. There are MANY things you can do with water. I can't limit you there.

Hopefully these five points helped you along; don't fret and continue working. I'm positive if you put effort and thought into the revamp, you'll make it!



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Since greywolf123's reservation ran out, I'm nabbing Latios as a secondary character. ^^; Reserve me please!

Reservation granted.


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    Spoiler:- BzzzZAP The sign up: Hakerius's review.:

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Name: Natalie
Legendary: Zapdos
Gender: Female
Age: 21

People like to keep that young adult-post-teen age, heh.

Description: Natalie stands at five and a half feet in height with a moderate muscular build and weighs in at around a hundred-twenty pounds. She’s strong enough to be able to lift herself over obstacles. Her complexion is lightly tanned, much akin to if she spent a couple days at the beach. Her eyes are a pale green hue. Natalie has a narrow nose and does not have high cheekbones. She keeps her dirty blond hair short in the back, not more than three quarters of an inch in length, but does allow a few sections to grow out to much longer lengths. From the hairline back to the front of her ears, the top layer her hair is about six inches in length before it shortens again and the hair under the most visible top layer gradually shortens. The hair that would comprise her bangs has been cut short and in a v-like fashion. She has five of these bang “clusters” namely above her right eye an inch in length, another just off to the right side of the center of her forehead, also of the same length. A third resides a third of the way between her temple and the center of her face. The other two clusters jut off horizontally from the top of her, hanging over her other bangs.

What I can start of saying here is, about the weight measurements, unneeded. Numerical weight is not necessary as every person's body mass affects weight differently. That being said, the BMI indicates your character is slightly just on "normal weight," as in, very close to underweight. one hundred and twenty pounds, is, in my opinion is rather light for a twenty-one year old. Which it IS very light. It is in the spectrum of normal weight, but still very light. Other than the weight, I find your description vivid and nice.

Her clothing is rather plain, consisting of two colors she likes. She wears a golden yellow button-down work shirt with a pocket over the left breast. Over her shirt, she has a thin sleeveless black v-neck vest. Most of the time she keeps the vest buttoned. The tail of the shirt ends right above her black denim work pants. The pants have an inseam length of the pants is fifteen inches and ends past her knees. From the belt loop above her right pocket and attaching to a loop of material below the pocket, hangs a brass chain. More for style rather than use, she does wear a belt around her waist. For footwear, Natalie has a pair of black work boots and her yellow socks are seen poking out from just above her boots. Around each wrist she wears a wrist warmer, two inches in width. The warmers are black with a yellow zigzagging pattern around the middle. For outerwear, she has an ankle length black oilskin duster. That is one size too large for her. The coat is single-breasted with four buttons down the chest and has two pockets right below the waist level. There is a detachable rain flap hanging down her back and over her shoulders ending halfway down her upper arm. The sleeves are too long for her, coming down to the top of her palm. A slit up from the bottom of the coat up to her waist level allows for extra mobility.

Found the clothing description alright without complaints. In description I can see a little of her personality shining through, which is nice.

Personality: She loves to have fun and will do her best to make even mundane tasks much more enjoyable. She likes to be one of the guys and will roughhouse other people in jest. In addition, she appreciates a good joke or prank, but rarely does it to be malicious. Instead, her aim is to bring smiles, even if the target doesn’t at first appreciate it. She will dance like no one is watching, despite the fact she can’t dance all that well. It’s fun for her so she doesn’t care if she looks like an idiot doing so. Natalie adores stormy weather, there’s just something about the howling winds, the pounding rain, and the rumble of thunder that just feels exhilarating for her almost like it is where she belongs. Being able to go and take a walk in the rain or watching lightning from the porch is something she finds pleasing. She holds a deep respect for the destructive power of nature.

Found personality acceptable.

To her, there’s no point in staying depressed for very long – everything gets better. Even when she has her down moments, she shakes it away and will deal with it at a better time. For anyone who needs a pick-me-up, she’ll see what she can do to brighten their mood or at least get them into thinking about something that is not what’s causing them issues. However, it bothers her that she doesn’t remember anything prior to the day she was found and is the main source of her down moments. She tries to keep her frustration bottled in, but sometimes it is tough for her to do so. Natalie doesn’t get angry in a traditional violent sense, she gets even. Rarely will she physically lash out, instead choosing a more entertaining method in which to get back at a wrong. One action that will net a physical response no matter her mood, is to grab the back of neck. She absolutely despises it and will turn around to clock the offender.

Got a nice picture of Natalie in this paragraph through her personality.

She believes in karma, that doing one good deed will eventually bring about one in return in the future. She’ll help others without worry about payment or receiving anything in return, if it’s something she can aid with, she’ll be there. Even for pranks, she knows someone will get her back, but that’s part of the fun, waiting to see what someone else can do to return the favor. She’ll talk to those around her, but she’s not one for excessive chit-chat. If given the choice to fully plan something or fly by the seat of her pants, she’ll choose the latter any day of the week. It’s more enjoyable for her to take things as they come as opposed to having a set schedule.

Nice descriptions of your character's personality. It comes together very nicely, with contradictions that are natural in a personality.

To others, it doesn’t seem like she takes anything seriously, even going so far as to make a sarcastic “game face” just to annoy them when they accuse her of not taking something seriously. People who are too serious bother her and she’ll butt heads with them saying they really need to lighten up and live a little. Sure she could take things seriously the way they would and worry about the what ifs? What will happen, will happen and worrying excessively about it will just make matters worse in her eyes. She doesn’t take well to stiff rules and will test the limits of them. Others might see her as a promoter of chaos given her tendency of bending the law.

A little rebellious nature within her? Nice. I enjoyed your personality, gave nice "life" to your character.

Origin: [[Insert epic storyline for Origin]]

Overall I found your Orign acceptable, with exception to the weather. Baseball and storm rains do not mix. I presume that the game was not local in New York City, but they would not have a game if it was down pouring. So it matters purely on location, location, location.

Miscellaneous: Natalie has been influenced by each of the people she’s staying with to some degree, some more so than others. She also tends to wander the apartment in her socks, which her roommates figure the source of her shocks.

Misc. section, appropriate!

Aura: Natalie’s aura has a tendency to make some people around her feel a bit off, but they can’t quite put their finger on it. She doesn’t exude negative feelings but rather an electromagnetic field that may make those sensitive to such fields feel like they are being watched from afar or a touch uneasy. Most people don’t appear to notice it, but they are much more likely to notice the static shocks she’s prone to giving off. Her aura also occasionally has an effect on nearby electronics - lights might faintly flicker once and small devices might have a brief interference before working normally again. When in the company of others like her, her aura may be seen as small sparks arcing along her body, and the interference she causes to electronics and lights may increase in frequency.

Aura, I find acceptable, and unique.

Around her right ankle is a thin black tattoo depicting a pair of lightning bolts. The bottom bolt is the wider of the two at an eighth of an inch. As the bottom bolt snakes around, it branches downwards with five tendrils at different, uneven spacing, and what could be considered the central most branch ends below her heel. Additionally, three arcs evenly placed around her ankle arc up and intersect with the top band. The upper band is half as wide as the bottom one with its seven tendrils branching out and circling around. Two additional tendrils at equal lengths around her ankles snake their way down. The upper branches fade out two inches above the band. Her marking may be hidden by her socks.

nice description for the 'tattoo.' Your character is very vivid in imagery, and has feels "alive" which is the goal for many authors.

 

Hakerius:


Hakerius, I found your Sign Up, to be Acceptable. There was only one major error, I believe, in that of your Origin. Reflecting the weather; usually baseball games are "live" in a sense, and if they are local, they also reflect the weather outside your windows. Baseball can't exist in the rain if there is a storm, and Yankee Stadium is an open dome stadium. If I am wrong about this, then I am, but I thought the Yankees were playing Hometown. Other than that; your sign up is: accepted. Welcome aboard.

Accepted.


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Cdra1617 - Latios - Reserved until February 5th, 7:08 pm EST

[GenericUserName]

Name: Setzer
Legendary: Suicune
Gender: Male
Age: 24

Description: Setzer is rather skinny with the build of a runner. He has strong legs and a large chest that come from the constant running he does. His fingers and toes are long and skinny. He stands at only 5’6’’ with a weight of 145 lbs. His arms are pretty scrawny and his eyes are almost always half closed. He has a slightly bored look on his face most of the time. His skin is a pale tan that burns very easily. He has very gaunt facial features with concave cheeks that leave his cheek bones jutting out a little. There are very noticeable tribal looking “tattoos” on his arms and upper chest. These “tattoos” look somewhat like waves and vines mixed together. There are more of them around his ankles as well. His eyes are very light green with slight bluish hints to the outer iris. He has long, straight, purple hair to his hips. He has the tips and bang dyed blue, as well as a strange circle part on the upper part of his head. His eyes seem to follow every movement someone makes, even if he doesn’t look like he’s paying attention. He is commonly seen with pretzel sticks in hand or in his mouth because they are “easy to eat on the run.” He stands hunched over with his hands in his pockets. The only time he looks like he actually cares is when he is running. In this case he holds his head up high and his eyes are scanning the area to make sure he doesn’t run into anything. He has the ability to purify water when he touches it, making it clean for both drinking and bathing. He can also make things move a little bit slower by cooling them down.

Setzer wears one of two outfits most of the time. This one is just a black T-shirt with a Goomba on the front. He also wears a light blue jacket over the shirt. This jacket is slightly more complicated than the rest of his outfit. It puffs out at the shoulders to make his shoulders looks somewhat broader and also has a shiny fake gem hook on the collar. On the back of it is the word “Free” in white lettering. He wears a simple pair of white jogging pants with pockets. The very bottoms of the jogging pants are splattered with blue paint. He wears a simple pair of Asics tennis shoes with little blue and purple stripes on the sides of them. He sometimes ties his hair back in a ponytail when wearing this outfit, but normally only in he plans on running for a long time.

The other outfit Setzer wears is for colder weather. There is a large poofy dark blue “Eskimo” jacket that is normally zipped. The outside of the hood and collar on this jacket is lined with short purple fur. He sometimes wears goggle if the weather is extremely cold, but they are more commonly found dangling around his neck. When the jacket is unzipped, you can spot a plain white T-shirt, commonly with different random designs on it depending on what he happened to steal from the store to wear that morning. His favorites consist of those with images from games like Mario, Donkey Kong, Zelda, and Assassin’s Creed. He wears a pair of dark blue jeans that are normally a little bit torn at the ankles. His shoes stay the same.

Personality: Setzer has an extremely calm personality. He doesn’t really freak out about anything too much, unless he finally beat the last boss in a game or something. He has a tendency to get over excited about that kind of stuff. Other than games though, he is very calm. He would rather think out and plan something before he does it. If he is scared, his facial expression may change slightly, but it is hard to tell if he doesn’t mention it. He likes to impress people with his sheer calm nature. Unfortunately, this calmness also makes him take a lot of things to seriously, like video games. Sarcasm is a foreign language to him. If you make a sarcastic remark about how “fabulous he looks” he is likely to thank you for your kind words. He likes to use big words, though he learned a lot of them from video games. So he doesn’t make much sense. He sometimes mistakes the real world for one of his games. He thinks that the games are real. So he believes that people have HP, Mana, and so forth. This can cause a few problems.
Other than being overly calm, Setzer is often a little cold. He isn’t nice to when he first meets a person; in fact, he makes mean remarks and tries his best to avoid them. After he gets warmed up to someone, he can become nice or mean, depending on the other person’s treatment toward him. When he is kind, he will flash small smiles toward them and speak to them when he gets the chance. He may even share his pretzels and games with them. On the other hand, when he is mean he will glare at you no matter where they are. He may make an angry sound when they are nearby, or make a snide comment about the way they look, act, or dress. This completely lop-sided view of other people makes him seem a little bit reclusive, but he is actually quite friendly if you are willing to return the favor.

Setzer doesn’t like to have any weaknesses, so he tries to cover them up. Unfortunately, he still has deep fears and soft spots he just can’t hide. He has very irrational fears of deserts and savannahs. The hot climate there just doesn’t suit him. He also is deeply afraid of tigers. Any kind of tiger will scare him, even just stuffed animals. He likes would rather stay far away from them. He also grows depressed at the sounds of howling dogs and wolves late at night. Yet, he will still sit on the dumpster and listen to them. He doesn’t know why they make him sad, but he still feels the need to grow depressed when hearing them. He tries to reply at times, even though he doesn’t know how or what he’s saying.

He also has many things that he absolutely loves. He loves to go o n long runs early in the morning or about sunset. This is when he does most of his thinking. He absolutely can’t stand to not go running at least once a day. He also loves swimming. When the weather is warm enough, he’ll stop by local ponds and lakes in order to take a nice relaxing swim. When he’s not swimming or running, he is playing games at the shop he works at. He loves to sit around and own his opponents in whatever he can find. He’s always up for a good game. As long as that game isn’t hentai. Something about other people naked just plain freaks him out. He does like playing some games with dog girls though.

Origin: Setzer felt himself groan. He didn’t want to open his eyes. He didn’t want to be awake. His whole body was aching. Why was it so cold? Why was he so sore? He couldn’t remember. What was his name? He slowly opened his eyes. He began to stand but felt shocked. He looked at himself. Something wasn’t right, but what was it? He sighed somewhat running a head through his hair. That is what it was called right? Hair? He slowly shook his head trying to remember what had happened earlier. Nothing came to him. He looked down at his body. Something just wasn’t right. He continued to examine the area. He was in a building. The roof was low and there were many shelves attached to it as well as the floor. There were glass walls with little metal pieces running through them. Behind the walls were small boxes. They were all so colorful.

Setzer turned right, there was a counter there a small sign was sitting on it that read “Closed” and a basket containing many magazines. There was also a cash register. Behind the counter he managed to spot a door. Maybe that door would explain what happened to him if he went through it? He stood slowly. His legs ached. Why? Why did they ache? He finally managed to stand to his full height with the help of the counter. He managed to get his achy legs to work. He stumbled over to the door and placed his hand on the doorknob. He opened the door; suddenly feeling rather awkward. He looked up at the person sitting in front of him. It was a young woman with glasses and red hair. Her face was about as red as her hair now. He slowly closed the door that had brought him to the back room. He found himself staring back at this girl.

She stared for a moment before yelling streams of cusses at him. She began throwing random objects at him, most in which hit him squarely in the face. She then began to yell about how he better have not scared away any of her customers and to put some clothes on before she ripped his throat out and fed it to the pigeons. He gets scared and ducked down on the ground curling into a small ball. Why was this girl being so mean? Why was she trying to hurt him? He whimpered lightly before waving his arms like crazy. The girl stopped when she saw his fearful reaction, she felt bad for hitting him with many random plastic action figures. He was confused. She slighty calmed herself. Just a nudist. No big deal. She turned her head for a moment to think before turning to him. She tried to keep her eyes on his face as he slowly stood up. She was going to hit him with more little plastic men, was she?

“Um, Sir, why aren’t you wearing in clothes?” she asked looking at him strangely. Setzer thought for a moment. He didn’t really know what clothes were. So the answer can across very wrong.

“Why are you wearing them?” he looked at her quizzically. She stared for a moment, clinching her fist and growling, before shaking off the shock and going to look for some clothes. She rummaged through a few boxes before pulling out a T-shirt and some jogging pants. She covered her eyes slightly, attempting to avoid the sight before her.

“Put these on.” She barked throwing them at Setzer. He stared at them for a moment as a pair of Mario print boxers hit him in the head. He attempted to place the boxers on his head at first but then thought more logically and put them on correctly. He finally managed to get dressed and looked over at the girl. She was giggling at him, mumbling about how strange he was.

“I’m Nicole. What’s your name?” She looked at him with her eyes wide. Setzer stopped for a moment. Name? Name…. He began to think. He couldn’t remember. Suddenly, he heard a fan girly squeal came from one of the televisions, there were two children playing Kingdom Hearts 2 paying close attention to the screen. He listened closely.

“Set…Zer?”He said confusedly. Nicole laughed and nodded. She slammed the door to the room the boys were fixing the system in. She didn’t really want them to meet this strange man.

“Alright Setzer, you look like you need a job. We’re hiring you know. No one wants to work here… So, how about you do it? I’ll give you free food and I might let you borrow some of the games every now and then. Sound good?” She stopped for a moment to think, “No. That would take too much time, all the paper work and such. Here’s the deal. Since I currently work the whole shift, you take nine to five like you’re helping me. I’ll still give you the payment, but you won’t technically be an employee.” Setzer nodded, trying to figure out what all that stuff she said meant. He didn’t really know what games she was talking about, but he had to admit he was hungry. She nodded slowly, slightly regretting ever feeling sorry for this strange short man. He had probably scared off most of her costumers that were waiting outside. Then again, no one else would work for her. She sighed and looked at him. At least he was willing to work in such a little dump, and he didn’t even ask for money.

Setzer currently works at Nicole’s video gaming store. He works cashier from nine to five then goes for a run before coming back to eat. He sleeps in the alleyway outside of the building; while Nicole goes home to her apartment. She doesn’t seem to notice that he doesn’t have a house. He steals random objects from Nicole without her notice and hides them in alley so he can use them later. Nicole sometimes jokes that he will eat her out of house and home.


Miscellaneous: Setzer named himself after a character in Kingdom Hearts 2. He heard the fan girls in game scream his name and happened to mumble it when he was asked what his name was. So now he goes by it to prevent confusing anyone.

Aura: When Setzer walks by a pond, lake, etc., the water tends to ripple slightly. If he is running, small wave will be created. Plants also seem to perk up a bit when he is nearby. The Tattoos on his chest and arms look kind of like waves with little vines beneath them. In the center of his chest is a lily looking tattoo that connects to both the vines and waves. On his ankles are move vines and waves in a continuous loop around until about two inches above his ankles. On the back on his veins are two more lily like shapes that are once again connected to the vines and waves. When Legendaries look at him they see slight shiny spots, almost like he’s gleaming. This gives him an almost unnatural look, and makes him even paler. They also may see a rain cloud with rain pouring out of it. The rain is seen floating like there is no gravity. The rain seems to almost engulf him, hiding his expressions.


((Well here he is. Tell me what you think!))

[Manaphy Mare]

I'm ready for you to evaluate my sign up. I think it's good enough to get into the RP, I'll probably flesh him out a bit later.

[greywolf123]

O.o NOooooes! I even have the finished SU...

[The Black Glove]

Here we are, and not a moment too soon. Phew!

Name: Terra
Legendary: Groudon
Gender: Female
Age: 13

Description: Somewhat shorter than you'd expect Groudon's reincarnation, Terra stands only around 4'6", a red-haired girl only partway on her road through puberty. Her short, pinkish red hair is spiked in an upward slant on the back of her head, right at the neck point, and small bunches of it hang down the sides of her head. Terra is of a small, skinny build, but a very tough one. Her muscles are well built up, and her skin is tanned from being outside, in a very light ruby color, similar to a sunburn... when she gets ticked off, it is not uncommon for her normally brown eyes to shoot red for a fraction of a second. Luckily, she generally startles people when this occurs, so it never sticks around long enough for most people to notice.

Her boyish appearance is usually dismissed as a result of being raised only by a father, and as a result, becoming a tomboy. In truth, it's because she was found in the mountains by her 'parent', who only had male clothing with him. As a result, she sees most female clothing as "embarrasing" and "uncomfortable, and instead dons a pair of denim shorts, ripped from the leg, as well as a pair of brown sandals and a red t-shirt. For some odd reason, Terra's canine teeth are longer and sharper than normal, and it is not uncommon for one of them to be sticking out when she smiles.

Personality: The main thing people find out about Terra is that she's a red-hot firebrand. Like a large stick of TNT with a short fuse, Terra can (and will) blow up at even the smallest of provocation. As a matter of fact, most people will believe she has "Short Person Syndrome", and barks like a little dog at those who are bigger than she simply because she is insecure. In truth, she really just feels like bickering. It's as if she had some massive arguement with someone, and she just can't shake the feeling of how odd it is not to fight. Although she is very agressive like this, someone with a calmer, more pacifistic personality (like her 'father', Demitri) is usually able to calm her down without starting another fight.

Terra has a hard time trusting people. Demitri explains that she's just shy about meeting others, but he himself has seen how extreme it can be first hand. She often fears what she does not know, and will strike out against it in defense. This starts with yelling, insults, and rude gestures, but as she realizes it isn't working, she will begin to yell and throw objects. Soon, her aura will come into effect, making her into a danger to everyone around her. It is usually best to quickly calm her down via a person she trusts, or you need to gain her trust, despite having stones tossed at your head.

She really is a sweet girl. When she finds someone she trusts, she will cling to them with all her will. This can lead to awkward situations, but it all comes down to a deep fear of being alone. She doesn't know why, but the mere idea of it frightens her to no end. Her other fear is water. She doesn't mind a bath or a shower, but to submerge herself in it is a fear that will push her to the edge. As such, she avoids seas, lakes, rivers, pools, and anywhere else she may fall in like the plague. She seems fine with the rain, although it does make her a little more grouchy than usual. She also tends to feel uneasy when far off the ground, like the higher levels of skyscrapers.


Origin:

The third day...

The young girl continued to shiver in the cave. It had been two days earlier when she had found herself Cold, naked, and lost. More noticeably, she was alone. Terribly, terribly alone. Although the feeling she had was familiar, she knew not of where she was, or who she was for that matter. The only comfort she had was a large boulder at the back of a cave, sheltering her from the strange world she was in. A strange feeling came through her constantly, a rippling that she only knew by instinct. Hunger. The word suprised her. A few such words had crossed her mind since she first awakened. "Thirst" had been the first, a problem only cured by a small nearby spring. However, in her fear, she could not bring herself to run outside for more than a moment.

Someone put me in this situation she thought, a slight rage trickling under her emotional upset. I don't know who or what, but when I find it-

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

Her mind snapped to attention. A new voice? It sounded different than the one she had found she could use. It was deeper, a little growly even, but it was loud and brave. On instinct, her voice registered the confidence it held as a threat. Hide. She tucked herself deeper behind the boulder and crouched. The voice was soon joined by a new one.

"Are you sure there's someone up here?"

"Do you doubt what the rangers said? All I know is that someone spotted what they thought was a strange figure wandering around here, and they warned us to be careful."

"So naturally, you're going to check it out."

"I need to check out these caves anyways. Can't hurt to look."

A small *click* sounded as the cave suddenly lit up a little brighter. In moments, she could make out a figure wandering through, holding a small stick that seemed to be emitting the light that now shone through the cavern. It was much larger than she was, and from the looks of it, a lot stronger too. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized it had caught a glimpse of her red hair sticking out from the boulder.

"Hey there! Are you okay?"

Now she was really afraid. "Don't come any closer!" she yelled, hoping her voice might scare the man off. On the contrary, and much to her horror, he only began to approach faster. "I mean it! Leave me alone!" With her yell, the celing seemed to shake a little bit. The figure had to sidestep them quickly to avoid getting hit.

"Demitri, this is getting dangerous! I've never seen these caves shake before!" the other voice exclaimed "You have to get out of there!"

"Calm down," the figure assured her. "I'm here to help."

"LIAR!" more stones, as well as a swirl of dust swarmed the figure. Still, it drew closer. Her fear peaked. Why didn't he stop? What was he going to do? Why doesn't anythiNG MAKE SENSE?! The celing began to rumble like crazy now, and the figure quickly avoided as many as it could. Even so, a few of them struck its arms as it attempted to protect itself against the barrage from the celing. She screwed her eyes shut, hoping and praying desperately that it would all end, when she felt something cover her over as a small rumble came from above. Darkness swallowed her for only an instant, then, all was still. Now, the fear and anger subsided, and she opened her eyes. There, arms wrapped around her in a human shield, was a single man, bleeding in several places along the arms and head from the mini landslide that had just fallen on them. A tall man, as she had seen, but his face and eyes were kind. The thick square chin made a smile of triumph, covered in the stubble like recently planted grass.

"It's okay."

Time froze. Milliseconds became hours, seconds became days. Finally, a wave of relief swept over her. She pushed forward into the chest of the man, holding on tight as water came uncontrollably out of her eyes. As his arms wrapped around her, she realized a new word that she had never thought possible. "Safe."

**(time passes)**

Everything felt strangely warm and comfortable. Although reluctantly, the red haired girl opened her eyes. Although she had originally been naked, she was now covered by strange materials that made her feel a little more secure. The ground seemed to shake under her, and it felt as though she was moving somehow. Looking up, she found herself in a very strange place, although nicer than before. The man from earlier was now sitting on a red lump similar to the one she was laying on now. His arms and head were bound in several places with some strange white straps, and it appeared they went underneath the strange things he covered his body with, similar to what covered her now.

He smiled. "I'm glad you're awake. Can you tell us your name?"

"Name?"

"Yeah. You didn't have any identification with you so- wait... you don't know your name?"

Her arms wrapped around her legs. "I don't really know anything... just that cave. And being alone..." She shivered a little, but noticed something behind the man. Her eyes widened, and she ran over to it. "Uwaa! The world is moving!"

"Actually, we are. Have you ever been in-" he shook his head. "No, I don't suppose you would remember even if you had." He pointed towards the front of the stable area. "This is a van." He explained. "It can move quite fast. I usually have it hold my geology equipment back here, but we weren't doing a serious study of the area."

He recieved a confused blink in return.

The Geologist sighed. "Well, I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Demitri Scarlet, a Geologist who teaches at the University. The man driving the Van is my assistant, Charles."

She spotted the back of his hand wave from the front. "Yo."

"I owe him a lot right now" Demitri smiled. "We both passed out after that miniature land slide, and he was the one who patched us up and got us to safety." He paused thoughtfully for a moment. "Actually, we were pretty lucky to survive that at all." he chuckled "If it hadn't been mostly dirt, it could have been a lot worse for both of us." He winced a bit.

"Hey, hey. Careful, Professor." Charles nagged. "We haven't gotten to the hospital yet."

The girl stared at him. How strange that he should laugh at something that almost killed him! Perhaps there were other times to laugh than just joy?

"Now I suppose you need to be called by something." Demitri put his hand under his chin, ponderingly.

"How about Terra?" Charles called from the front. "After all, we found you underground..."

***

Since then, Demitri and Charles took her to a police station to attempt to find her parents. Oddly enough, there were no matches. Since they had nothing to do to solve the case, Demitri took her in as his own daughter. She rarely leaves his side, startled by the world of New York City, and helps out with his Geology Classes at the University when she can. Since she is of that age, Demitri has also put time aside to homeschool and teach Terra about the strange world she has stumbled upon...


Miscellaneous: As can be expected, Terra does not know how to swim, and will sink like a rock if forced to do so. Also, Terra has gained a LOT more confidence in herself, so you can expect her to be a more loud person in the RPG.

Aura: For the most part, Terra's aura tattoo is well concealed from people. It consists only of a small black circle on her torso, hidden under her shirt. However, if her anger or fear is left to rise, the circle glows red, like the orb used to control it in the pokemon world, and black jagged lines slowly spread out from the center across her arms, legs, and face. As she is Groudon in human flesh, her aura can cause the very earth itself to tremor in a small radius, the magnitude of it depending on her anger or fear. However, she activates such abilities unconsciously, and is currently unaware of how to turn them on or off. To the other legendaries, a dark red aura emanates from her body in wild, uncontrolled spurts, and the air around her is often dusty, causing others to sneeze.

[InnerFlame]

The birds trio and Lugia are all here! Only one missing now is Ho-oh *snaps* Darn Suicune was so totally going to be my next one... It might be me but Suicune's aura just doesn't seem all suicune-like to me in that sign-up... Greywolf talk to cdra, she's a nice person.

Anyways, I've given this much thought, maybe too much... Cat's Aura has been changed though for some reason it not saying I edited the post. How is it now?

Also reserve me Phione... I've always felt sorry for it because it always was in an odd place: too legendary for regular games yet not legendary enough to be in legendary games. I'm glad it's not left out here. Though making its aura will be quite tricky...