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Devin simply nodded as Celina explained her situation. It wasn't really likely for a Togepi to be on a ship, but, Devin believed her. She then began talking about what we could do to help, probably in exchange for letting us stay here. 

"I don't really know who Siward is, but he helped save me from those muggers, so he wanted me to do a favor for him. Now that I think of it, he's quite the mysterious type of person." Devin then started talking about being a team. He then remembered Celina talking about helping out... OH NO! Devin wasn't ready to get out there, he just needed a place to stay, but with him being tha passive Pokemon he is, he just nodded.

"Well... I don't know, I hadn't really thought about it. It could be something to do with dragons, and flying, and eggs... Like, the Flying Dragon Eggs." There was then a knock on the door. Devin opened it, expecting it to be the attendant at the desk, but no. It was another new Pokemon. Devin cried inside, meeting new people wasn't his favorite thing, and he wasn't very good at it.
"H-hello there. My name is D-Devin... Um... Hi?" Devin mentally slapped himself in the face. Worst introduction ever! Actually... No. I remember that one time, that girl on the swings at the park introduced herself to me... Dear god that was bad.

@Lugia@Evanist@The_Written_John

Pimordial World

{GM}
AbysmalDemon

Over
 The years, Earth had become even more unstable. Science developed, nuclear waste spilled into the oceans, and the humans were depleting the layers that Earth had left. Produce had become uneatable, and the animals we had left had mutated. Earth relied on food supplements, or packets of powder, that when heated, became bread, or meat, or anything, but whatever it was, it wasn't good for the body. Millions were dying everyday, and there was always a chance that everything that was run on nuclear power would explode. We had wore the Earth so thin, it was beginning to fall apart from the inside, like when you try to make a cake withou the baking powder.

Everyone knew this would happen. We all knew that we were doomed. We all knew we would cause our own downfall. The government, scientists, NASA, all the other major space organizations... Knew. Yet they still continued to destroy the Earth. They destroyed it, and planned for it. They had prepared shuttles to take off. They had discovered a planet suitable for humans, but not for every human. Like always, the upper class got the privileges, and they were guaranteed a spot. There were several that didn't make it. The poor, the homeless, the hungry. They were the ones to die. The ones that barely had a first life, were denied their chance at a second one. All because the corrupt society that denied them access to go, was the same one that denied them a decent life, and that gave the privileged more privileges, and gave the denied more denial.

Millions died, and millions survived, but we're here now. Our chance at another life. We are back to our roots. Hunting, gathering, except of course with the guns and technology that ruined our world, they hope to make a new one. The world is advancing too fast, and our old ways that we adopted again have been abandoned... By most. But there our a handful that know why the Earth fell apart, and won't let it happen again. The only difference of our new, Rapidly advancing world, and our old, slowly declining world, is the primordial. The creatures that once roamed our earth, roam this one. They live alongside us, but are slowly traveling farther away, as we are killing them off, for sport. There are few that still trust us, and more of us that don't trust them. The portray them to be merciless killing machines, that want nothing to do, but take our world, when the world was their's in the first place, and we, are the ones killing them.

Some protected them, but most kill, with the scarlet dripping from their hands a sign of victory, and power, and to them, power is everything. The primordial is drifting away from us, and we from it. Those loyal to the Primordial fight againts the New Age, in an attempt to stop it. They are outlawed, and the government portrays them as traitors. We fight to survive, and to thrive, because with the rapid advancements, this world is bound to end up like the last we inhabited, a wasteland of nuclear byproduct and debris, and we, will keep doing this over and over, until the human race is extinct, and all the species we made contact with.

My word is final. If you have a disagreement with me or my decision, shoot me up a PM and we can talk about it.

I'm ok with language, and violence, and gore, but for all the "other stuff" take it to PM or fade to black.

In the IC you can hate each other's guts as much as you want, but keep the hate out of the OOC. I also don't want to see anyone making fun of the way someone writes, or how there character sheet is. It is up to me to decide if they meet the standards for the RP.

No Godmodding

No Powerplaying 

Put "JP" at the top of your CS so I know you have read the rules.

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Name:

Gender:

Age: Anywhere from 8 to 60

Appearance: A picture (Photograph or realistic picture. NO ANIME. Also include about a paragraph long description, as the picture doesn't always tell everything.)

Status: Primordial or New Age

Occupation: If they're 8, they might have a job. If they are primordial, they might help work a farm, if New Age, think multi-billionaire sit around the house and do nothing type of kid/person.

Equipment: Weapons, gear, toys. Remember, the New Age has more high tech stuff, the Primordial, as you can see by the name, not so much. Also, when I say primordial, think about the tech we have now.

Personality: At least two detailed paragraphs.

History: At least three detailed paragraphs.

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