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Pokémon: Hoenn - Make a Wish

got my character in the tab finally! sorry i was taking forever haha… and… am still taking forever. just finishing up writing descriptions for her team.

Pokémon: Hoenn - Make a Wish

Name: Haven Dao

Appearance

Age: 22
History:

History

Haven was born in Goldenrod City in Johto, the middle of three sisters. Her father left when she was two, just before her sister, Carol, was born. Haven gained a reputation in town when she was younger as a delinquent, whether it was from petty theft, trespassing, or her personal favorite, graffiti. You couldn't walk three blocks of the city's streets without finding her art staining the side of some old corner store or covering up some unfortunate billboard. Her teachers said she was acting out for attention. Her sisters said she was being a brat. Haven said she was just having fun.

One afternoon when she was sixteen the police hauled her back home by the scruff of her neck (again), threatening her with juvie if she didn't get her act together (again). Haven just rolled her eyes and stomped off to her room as her mother frantically apologized and thanked the officers.

That night Haven snuck out of her room to find her mother and her older sister, Rose, sitting at the dining room table. Hiding in the shadows of the hallway, she heard the most heartbreaking thing she could imagine – her mother, crying tears of frustration and helplessness because the water was going to be turned off, she didn't know which bill she should pay with their diminishing funds that month, and to top it all off her second child seemed dead set on making an already stressful life even harder.

Shame hot in her throat, Haven snuck back up the stairs and started packing. She left before dawn.

A month later her mother received an envelope in the mail with ₱30,000.

Haven had channeled her energy into her art, traveling from town to town for inspiration and selling her art at various markets. Eventually, she even started getting commissions – first from local businesses needing a painting to brighten up their walls (or sometimes from students looking to get out of doing their art projects for class) then from town councils, asking for some street art ('graffiti' was too crude a term, apparently) to add color to the asphalt and cement streets. She wasn't a spectacular battler (she'd gone to a standard academic school before she'd dropped out, rather than one that specialized in pokemon careers and had learned most of her skills watching other kids on the streets for fun and had stopped by a gym or two on her travels), but she was decent enough to make some extra cash from that on the side and relieve stress when an art block hit.

It took her almost a year to finally work up the nerve to go home. She'd sent an envelope of money every month to help out her mom. She wasn't causing (much) trouble anymore. She'd technically ran away from home leaving no way to contact her and had probably worried her mother half to death. But… her mom wouldn't be too mad, right?

Haven knocked on the door to her family's shabby apartment. Rose opened the door and stared for a moment at her wayward little sister. Then she smacked Haven on the back of the head and pulled her into a tight hug. Her mom was an overjoyed, sobbing mess.

Haven felt a small bubble of pride rise up in her to see that the apartment, while still old and ramshackle, seemed less like it would fall apart at any moment. There was the same old, dirty refrigerator, but it was stocked full of food. A new faucet had been installed on the sink that had only ever managed to trickle out a thin stream of water before she left.

Her room had been left exactly the same, waiting for her return.

Haven stayed home for a happy week (full of lectures and hugs alike from her family) before she started feeling restless. The wandering life had suited her, she discovered. She liked exploring the region, making art, seeing what the world had to offer.

Her mother was against it. She wanted Haven back home and back in school.

Naturally, Haven was gone that night, out the door with a note on the counter.

Haven still calls her family and sends them a share of her earnings every month. She's sure to visit every once in a while, as well. After she'd explored every corner of Johto she made her way to Kanto for two and a half years before finally deciding to head to Hoenn. The art institute there is famous, even in other regions. Getting something displayed there would put her on a whole new level in the art community, she knows, and she never could resist a challenge. And if not, then maybe she could get some inspiration, at least.

Party:

Blink the Weepinbell

Blink the Weepinbell (m) [Leaf Guard]
Grass/Poison
3'6”|16.3 lbs.
Her oldest friend, Haven found Blink as a dying little bellsprout being picked at by some Pidgey. After shooing the birds away, Haven snuck him home and nursed him back to health. It was two weeks before her mom discovered Blink, and by then Haven was too attached to let him go without a fight.

The two have been inseparable ever since. Blink mostly tries to keep Haven out of trouble – if he can't dissuade her from mischief, then he'll settle for just being a lookout. Unfortunately, a Weepinbell is not the most inconspicuous pokemon. He tries.

Out of the entire team, he enjoys battling the least and will avoid it whenever possible. When he does have to battle, he prefers to keep his distance and just lob acid and leaves from afar. His experience with the Pidgey seems to have scarred him.

Field Moves:
Gastro Acid | Sweet Scent | Ingrain | Grass Knot | Cut
Default Moves:
Vinewhip | Wrap | Acid | Acid Spray | Razor Leaf | Absorb
Standard Moves:
Sleep Powder | Poison Powder | Stun Spore | Magical Leaf | Natural Gift | Venoshock
Occasional Moves:
Wring Out | Slam | Giga Drain | Toxic
Sacrificial Moves:
Power Whip | Solar Beam | Sludge Bomb

Lace the Corsola

Lace the Corsola (f) [Rough Skin]
Water/Rock
1'08”|9.4 lbs.
Lace was the second pokemon to join Haven, but she still gets treated like the baby. Haven found her on a beach near Olivine City and was captivated by Lace's pink coral horns. They were prized among collectors and jewelers, she knew. She'd seen little carved Corsola bobbles and pendants and earrings in high-end jewelry stores.

And… and damn, if the little pokemon wasn't cute. It took almost half an hour of bribing the Corsola with food and soft cooing noises before she finally came close enough for Haven to try and pet. Unfortunately, a living piece of coral isn't exactly the best thing to cuddle.

Happy and enthusiastic, Lace is content to just be included in whatever everyone else is doing. This usually means getting up to mischief with Cloak and Dagger, much to Blink's horror.

Field Moves:
Surf | Whirlpool | Dive | Water Sport
Default Moves:
Bubble | Water Gun | Spike Cannon | Aqua Jet | Synthesis | Iron Defense | Sand Attack
Standard Moves:
Aqua Ring | Brine | Headbutt | Recover | Rock Blast | Bubble Beam
Occasional Moves:
Endure | Scald | Ice Beam | Power Gem
Sacrificial Moves:
Head Smash | Hydro Pump

Cloak the Scrafty

Cloak the Scrafty (m) [Moxie]
Dark/Fighting
3'06”|65 lbs.
Haven has no idea how a little Scraggy ended up in Johto. But one day, there he was with a Snubbull for a companion, jumping exhausted trainers as they left Ilex Forest and relieving them of their food and whatever pretty nicknacks they had. Haven was on her way to Goldenrod, finally going back home after running away almost a year ago when they pounced on her. They weren't expecting a face full of spraypaint though. That encounter ended with Lace spraying them clean

Cloak is the quieter of the duo, more clever and sly than Dagger and her brute strength. He's thoughtful, always evaluating and usually uses his smarts to find trouble... and then to get them out of it. He's a bit aloof to anyone not in their group, but endlessly loyal to his family.

Field Moves:
Rock Smash | Strength | Rock Climb
Default Moves:
Leer | Sand Attack | Endure | Feint Attack | Headbutt | Low Sweep | Bulk Up | Payback
Standard Moves:
Low Kick | Swagger | Iron Head | Drain Punch | Brick Break | Thief | Power-Up Punch
Occasional Moves:
High Jump Kick | Focus Punch | Foul Play | Zen Headbutt
Sacrificial Moves:
Beat Up | Head Smash

Dagger the Granbull

Dagger the Granbull (f) [Intimidate]
Fairy
4'10”|120.2 lbs.
While Granbull are typically shy, meek creatures, Dagger… is not. She matches up perfectly with her gruff, ferocious appearance. The brawn to Cloak's brain, the two are almost never seen apart. She's boisterous, loud, and rough, but secretly hides a soft spot -- she's got maternal instincts for days. She adores children, practically adopted Lace, and now looks ready to take Dust under her wing as well. Dagger is endlessly protective and fiercely loyal to Haven.

Cloak and Dagger are Haven's primary battlers, and the two make a team that's nigh impossible to beat. Her unrelenting ferocity and his tactical slyness makes for a winning combo, and the two have been together for so long that they can predict each other's movements like their own, always accounting for each other's strengths and weaknesses.

Field Moves:
Rock Smash | Strength | Dig
Default Moves:
Bite | Scary Face | Endure | Roar | Headbutt | Payback | Lick | Disarming Voice | Baby-Doll Eyes | Work Up
Standard Moves:
Crunch | Rage | Body Slam | Snarl | Thunder Fang | Play Rough
Occasional Moves:
Take Down | Super Fang | Dazzling Gleam | Skull Bash | Moonlight
Sacrificial Moves:
Thrash | Giga Impact

Dust the Cutiefly

Dust the Cutiefly (f) [ABILITY]
Bug/Fairy
0'02”|0.2 lbs.
WIP
Dust was discovered as an egg in Mauville City by Cloak and Dagger.

Field Moves:
Aromatic Mist | Aromatherapy | Misty Terrain | Sweet Scent
Default Moves:
Bug Bite | Quiver Dance | Draining Kiss | Charm | Sweet Kiss | Sand Attack | Baby-Doll Eyes
Standard Moves:
Acrobatics | Silver Wind | Fairy Wind | Signal Beam | Struggle Bug
Occasional Moves:
Play Rough | Powder | Bug Buzz | Moonlight | Nature Power
Sacrificial Moves:
Pollen Puff | Moonblast

Lantern

what's this????? it didn't take me a week to respond????????? holy shit someone call obama.

Lantern

Holy shit this kid gave Artemis the creeps. But she played along like the good lying thief she was, letting the corner if her mouth twitch up like she was indulging the kid in some shared secret.

The sound of the door opening interrupted them though, and Artemis' blood froze. She ducked behind one of the huge iron tables (admittedly not her best hiding place) as the Kith hid beside the door frame. Artemis could barely breathe as heavy, plodding footsteps thudded across the creaking floorboards. A voice rumbled low and incoherent as the newcomer moved past the kitchen door. An old man, by the sound of it. Heavyset. She peered through the table's legs to see the girl frozen and scared, her mouth moving in a silent prayer.

What a mess of a situation. But Artemis had landed herself in worse before. And she hadn't had the advantage of runes at the time, she remembered in a spark of inspiration.

Slowly, achingly slowly, Artemis straitened her legs under her, just enough so she was in a low crouch, rather than a full squat. She took a step forward. She was silent. Her heart thundered in her chest as she took another step, then another. She heard the sound of a drawer opening as she crept her way around the table, to the old hearth. It was little more than a raised brick platform, a mess of blackened wood and charcoal piled atop, and an old metal pot hanging above it.

Long fingers curled around a charred remain, some piece of log that had fallen away after a fire had eaten through it. With it in hand, Artemis made her way to the doorframe, opposite the girl. She was on the hinged side of the door, and had to crane around it to catch a glimpse of the man – broad and graying, slow but no doubt strong. Probably wouldn't take well to uninvited guests. Luckily his attention seemed to be elsewhere at the moment.

She glanced back towards the front door. Still open. So he probably wasn't planning on staying long. Maybe she'd get lucky and he'd find whatever he needed and leave, none the wiser. Hopefully whatever he was after wasn't in the kitchen. That'd be just her luck.

Artemis pulled back, behind the safety of the door again. She curled her free hand around the doorknob to hold it in place, and brought the piece of charred wood to the old door.

She flinched at the sound her makeshift pen made as it scraped against the wood. But it was soft and muffled, she knew, too low for the man to hear (she hoped). After an eternity of seconds, a familiar rune was drawn on the door – silence. She pulled her hand from the doorknob and touched the charcoal image, careful not to smudge it. It took a moment, but soon enough it began to glow a soft white light. Artemis slowly pushed the door closed. She kept her eyes trained on the shrinking sliver of light on the ground until finally the door was closed.

She felt the latch click into place. But the house was silent save for the old man's muffled rummaging. Her heart dropped with relief, her adrenaline switching from fear to excitement. Her eyes found the Kith girl and Artemis raised a single finger to her smirking lips. She was about to move away from the door when she paused, another thought coming to her.

Lifting the wood again, she drew another rune, above the first one. This time there was no sound when she drew, she noticed with some satisfaction. When she was done, she brought her hand up and activated it as well. A spiraling rune glowed in her eyes.

Still.

Hopefully if the man did decide to come into the kitchen, her rune would slow him down and give her enough warning to escape.

With that done, she finally moved away from the door and began her work. It was easy enough to find a bag and empty it of… some… vegetables? Artemis had no idea. As quickly as she could while still keeping quiet, Artemis put dried meats, fruit, jars of who-knew-what in the bag. The room was so huge with so much to choose from, it was overwhelming. Where was she? Who needed to feed so many people? Some sort of school? Inn? Barracks? She didn't plan on sticking around to find out.

Artemis kept one eye on the Kith girl as she moved, sure to grab a small knife that fit easily in her hand. Her time was running out, she knew. Her bag was halfway full when she decided she had enough for the time being (she had other stops to make, still – other things to steal) and she moved back towards the window.

Pokemon: Hoenn - Make a Wish

i am also making progress! i finally decided on a character i'm happy with and her team. i'm just working on the movesets and reworking her history. i'll be finished in time for the post on wednesday hopefully.

Pokemon: Hoenn - Make a Wish

Sorry this cs is taking me forever... every character idea I try just doesn't seem to fit. I decided to just reuse an older character that never really got a chance to shine before the rp died out. I have four to choose from...

Pokemon: Hoenn - Make a Wish

hey just chiming in to say i'm still working on my cs too. life is crazy, but hopefully i'll pm it in by tonight or tomorrow. until then, i'm cool with you going ahead and making the ooc already.

Pokemon: Hoenn - Make a Wish

I'm always a slut for Pokémon. Count me in.

Lantern

Artemis froze when she saw the child.

Shit.

Her eyes darted over the small body, taking in the runes, the collar, the messy clothes, the glowing eyes. She was fairly certain that wasn't normal. Then again, few things were on this island. As part of her mind frantically started putting pieces together, another part was looking for options.

In her (admittedly limited) experience, half-feral dirty barefoot children tended to be Kith. She didn't see a mask, but that collar around her neck was dropping a few hints.

Options. What were her options.

Fighting… was not an option. Artemis wasn't gonna fight a kid.

Turning her in… was just barely an option, but screwing over a kid like that left a bad taste in her mouth. Plus… Artemis wasn't exactly innocent here either – she'd broken in too, and was already known for stealing from Pirates. It'd be too easy for the girl to rat her out for being a thief. Although… the girl didn't necessarily know Artemis was a thief. Artemis brushed that idea to the side. What did that leave her with?

Finding common ground.

Slowly, Artemis raised her hands up to the girl, palms open in a show of surrender.

"Hey, hey," she whispered in a placating voice, "don't worry, I don't want any trouble. Sorry to barge in. I was just looking for somewhere to lay low." As subtly as she could, Artemis moved her legs under her, trying to make sure she was ready to move if this kid tried anything. "If you don't want the company, I can go find somewhere else."

To be or not to be (Heroes)

Her mouth opened without her control, ready to tell him everything – about her fears, her guilt, what Shirley had revealed about her past. But… why? She froze, her lips parted but silent. She forced them closed again. Lexa was quiet for a long moment, eyes unfocused and down-turned.

"I saved you," she finally murmured, "because it felt like the right thing to do." That was the only answer he'd asked for that she was willing to give him. Her eyebrows scrunched together. She looked up to meet his eyes. "But I'm not sure it was." Lexa sighed in the darkness. "From now on, everyone you hurt… everyone you kill… it's on me. Because I couldn't let you die." Why couldn't she let him die?

"I know-" what he'd gone through, how he'd suffered, what made him like this "it's not really your fault. I mean – when you kill someone it's your fault. No matter what you went through, your actions are your own." Just like no matter how much she wished otherwise, she was responsible for killing 9… even if she hadn't been herself. "But… I can't blame you for being this person." She looked down again.

"So what am I supposed to do?"