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I'm going to try my hand at drawing my gf as a Pokemon trainer with her six favourite Pokemon for valentine's/our anniversary. Wish me luck!
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I'm going to try my hand at drawing my gf as a Pokemon trainer with her six favourite Pokemon for valentine's/our anniversary. Wish me luck!
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Got a drawing tablet, time to draw porn
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6 yrs ago
Seeing actual bushfire footage looks straight out of Hell... It moves so quickly and so powerfully, literally the trees just ignite. You firefighters are absolute legends, but please, don't die.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE FUTURE! LOVE, AUSTRALIA
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Today ain't Christmas, it's garbage day!
Bio
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T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D
You are the wind at my back and the sword at my side;
D E L T A 4 4
together, my love, we shall build a peaceful world.
F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M
Just you...
S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N
and me.
Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right?
I'm a roleplayer, same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:
Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!
As you can see, that particular tactic fucking failed. Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is Chrom x Robin (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: Awakening. Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?
Speaking of loonies, the Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.
"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?" "Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."
"So I heard."
"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know."
There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.
There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea. Goodbye Octopi.
There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever. Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.
There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms. Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see. Another with too many dimensions. Another with not enough. Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn to survive. Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion. And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution. An atlas of dead-ends.
Then again, there is one exception.
There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness. And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in. It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.
'God, that's annoying...' Groaned the young orphan silently as she rolled away from the light, trying to lull herself back to sleep with her dark and damp surroundings, but to no avail. Despite her coat being able to block the sunlight completely, Ren couldn't escape the impossible heat both it and the light generated in tandem. Hell, it even caused her to start sweating! Either that or it was a nightma-
"Gah!"
Suddenly, the young girl sat up, panting. 'That's right...', she thought, 'another nightmare...'
There was no doubt about it. The sweat had come from a nightmare, and a nasty one at that, tearing her from her precious sleep. The phantom dream even hid itself until she thought about it, which made Ren curse in annoyance. "All I asked for was five more minutes..." Mutters the exhausted Moyra as she stares out the window with the eyes of a dead fish. "Well... doesn't really matter now... I'm here, anyway." Her fake excitement could convince the most slowest of people, though considering there was nobody in the cargo hold of the ship to begin with, it didn't really matter. At the very least it gave her energy. She pulled her savings from her pocket and gave a quick recount.
'Five-hundred... Just to be safe.'
Of course she would scavenge what she could from these containers, though it seems everything was sealed tight behind some kind of container. In fact the only item of worth was a potion, which she could apply to her new Pokemon if the need arose. 'Ah, yes, my very first Pokemon. Supposedly your first Pokemon is that which you cherish the most. I have yet to be convinced.' Of course, she'd find out soon enough. After all, she'd just arrived in Argentglade...
It took Ren a little longer than hoped to get off of the vessel and onto the snowy port undetected, though eventually she was able to make her move. Sneaking out the side of the ship and dropping down onto the pier, she maintained secrecy by hoping behind a large stack of boxed goods which had been piled up beside the barge. The ice was thin by the docks, causing it to crack under even Ren's lightweight frame. Her eyes momentarily took note of the vegetation and caught marine animals, though thought little of either and continued on. She took note of her surroundings: hills far off in the distance, houses sparsely spread though not too much, and snow everywhere. Just about what she expected from Argentglade.
Her inner child was suppressed to maintain her stoic impersonation; she'd never seen snow before, and wanted nothing more to experience what it was like to touch, however she figured there would be plenty of time for that around less people. She was also doing well to suppress her hunger, with the sweet aromas that waft throughout the air causing Ren's nose to sniff on in bliss, though she did wonder as to why she could even smell such things. Why did people have their windows open? Unless they were baking outside, though with this snow, that seemed rather... stupid.
It was at this moment that she was so rudely interrupted by a passerby offering food, having spotted how thin Ren was. Despite assuring the man that she was perfectly healthy and fine, he offered food, and Ren was a little too hungry say no. After providing the teen with enough bread to feed the Alola region, the man went on his way and Ren was left to munch on her surprisingly warm bread. Looking around, she couldn't help but notice that all the people of the town seemed to be happy and friendly. She made a mental note of that kindness for possible use later...
Despite not knowing which building belonged to Prof. Evergreen, Ren automatically assumed it was the building with all the scientists and young trainers entering and exiting, and made way for the white, cubic building with the black satellite tower on top.
Finishing her bread and taking a breath of cool air after the light jog, Ren Moyra entered the Pokemon Laboratory of Professor Evergreen. Despite being perfectly warm in her own coat, the temperature inside the lab felt heavenly compared to outside, and drew Ren inside with one big swoop. Before her stood -- or rather sat -- the one she assumed was Professor Evergreen. Comparing her own appearance to that of the professor, Ren wouldn't be surprised if someone mistook her as the bratty twin sister. With light blue hair that fell just below the shoulders, and a shade darker eyes which beamed curiosity, the two looked practically identical, give or take a few key differences.
For one, Ren could stand.
“Oh, do come in! My name is Dr. Evergreen, I’ll be your employer. If you have any questions, don’t be afraid to ask. ERIC will assist you from here.”
Although a little confused as to the common courtesy, Ren managed to shake the woman's hand, give or take a moment. 'So much for greetings...' With a simple nod, Ren studies the lab with curiosity. The lab itself was a constant buzz, always moving and active. Despite this, it also had a secondary function as a home, with both science and economics merging together to form the most comfortable laboratory in Huji. At least, that was Ren's interpretation. At the mention of an assistant, the one she presumed was ERIC, made his appearance: a computer system of sorts, capable of controlling many sections of the lab.
“IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU.”
Though surprised, Ren didn't let it show. She hadn't seen technology like this before! It was fascinating, though she knew she couldn't divulge in curiosity presently. After all, curiosity killed the cat.
“He will be taking you into the terminal room. I'd do it myself, but it's a bit crowded at the moment... see you soon!” The professor took off no sooner than she appeared, though no-one could blame her. It was a busy day, and the children took priority. Ren may have even done the same under the circumstances.
“RIGHT THIS WAY, PLEASE.”
Ren had already made note of the various clones of ERIC. He sure was an efficient system, running so many processes and having this many commands inputted, all being responded to and solved in real time. It made Ren wonder just what kind of hardware the Professor was packing back there in her wheelchair... The Moyra girl followed closely behind ERIC into an empty room, having him as her guide. She was taking to the back corner and scanned with a strange blue light, reminiscent of an Aqua Ring, before exploding and reforming into the word: [REGISTER]. Just below it was a thumb print, where she could only assume Ren had to put her thumb in acceptance...
... She hesitated...
'Take a deep breath,' sighed the black-coated female, 'no more emotions. This is it.'
She pressed her thumb forward, and a wave of blue traversed the 'screen' before her.
REN MOYRA
AGE: 17 SEX: F HEIGHT: 5’ 2” WEIGHT: 112 LBS
[IS THIS CORRECT?]
Ren pressed the button in acceptance.
CALCULATING...
Before her was something not entirely foreign, but new. Ren knew of machines which put together other machines, though she'd seen nothing like this. The level of detail and quality was impeccable, and Ren couldn't help but be fascinated by it. The robot wasn't going to go about spreading rumours, now was he? As the Pokeball was created, Ren was left with a unique dilemma which she hadn't anticipated:
YOUR POKÉMON IS... SHINX
[WILL YOU GIVE SHINX A NAME?]
It wasn't the Pokemon which she was caught up on, it was the nickname. To be honest, she'd never even thought about nicknaming her Pokemon. Though, after giving it some thought, she could see the tactical advantage in nicknaming one's Pokemon. After all, there are some circumstances in which you may surprise a human or Pokemon by calling out a foreign name. Plus, it was a saying among trainers that nicknaming one's Pokemon brought them closer to the trainer. Ren wanted to test that theory. The name couldn't be something too strange, otherwise it might confuse the Pokemon too much. After a little more thought, she finally had an answer:
'Shyn.'
No 403 SHYN (SHINX) FLASH POKéMON LEVEL: 5 HT: 1’ 08” WT: 20.9 LBS SEX: M
THE EXTENSION AND CONTRACTION OF ITS MUSCLES GENERATES ELECTRICITY. IT GLOWS WHEN IN TROUBLE.
PLEASE TAKE YOUR POKé BALL. GOOD LUCK!
"~You caught Shyn, the Shinx!~ CONGRATULATIONS.”
Despite lacking facial expression and tone, ERIC sounded more genuine to Ren than most people. "Thanks..." She said in a quiet voice, barely audible, averting her gaze. Thankfully she spotted the drone coming toward the two, and retrieved one of the two silver Pokedex which it brought over.
“THESE DEVICES ARE KNOWN AS POKéDEX. POINTING THEM IN THE VICITNITY OF A POKéMON WILL GIVE THE TRAINER A SUMMARY OF INFORMATION FOR THAT POKéMON. THAT POKéMON’S INFORMATION WILL THEN BE DOWNLOADED TO THE DATABASE. THE POKéDEX IS LINKED TO PROFESSOR EVERGREEN’S POKéDEX, AND SHE MAY BE CONTACTED AT ANY POINT IN TIME.” ERIC explained. He paused for a moment so Ren could keep up, though she was a pretty good listener anyway. “EMPLOYMENT UNDER EVERGREEN LTD. REQURIES TRAINERS TO UPLOAD AS MUCH POKéMON DATA AS POSSIBLE. MONETARY SUMS WILL BE PROVIDED FOR SCANNING WILD POKéMON. ADDITIONAL MONETARY SUMS WILL BE PROVIDED FOR SCANNING BOTH WILD AND RARE POKéMON.”
Once again, a momentary pause.
“EMPLOYMENT UNDER EVERGREEN LTD. DOES NOT ALLOW FOR THE USE OF TECHNOLOGY PROVIDED BY OTHER COMPANIES. TECHNOLOGY WILL BE PROVIDED BY EVERGREEN LTD. AS THE TRAINER BECOMES A MORE VIABLE ASSET THROUGH THE QUANTITY AND QUALITY OF DATA UPLOADS. TO BEGIN EMPLOYMENT, EACH TRAINER WILL RECEIVE A COMPLEMENTARY EVERGREEN BALL.”
'So you endorse child labour, professor? That's funny.' Thought Ren cynically with a quiet sigh, a noise grabbing her attention. The same drone from before had returned (or maybe they all just looked the same?) with a Pokeball in place of the Pokedex' this time, with this no doubt being her complimentary Evergreen Ball. Ren took the ball once she'd found a place for her Pokedex and Pokeball in her pocket and belt, respectively. “DO YOU REQUIRE MORE INFORMATION?” ERIC said. Ren looked over to the hologram with a curious glance. 'He can answer questions...?' Ren thought. She really was curious as to how advanced ERIC was, but didn't want to stick around too long. So, she kept it simple.
Ren is a 17 year-old female trainer whose heritage stems from an offshore island smack dab in the middle of nowhere. She stands at 5'2, and weighs only 51kg. She has an extremely light and underdeveloped build, making her seem much younger than what she really is, much to her annoyance.
Sex: Female
Personality:
Creepy.
That's the one word that best describes Ren. Creepy. There are plenty of other words which greatly describe Ren, too: cynical, logical, sadistic, competitive, ambitious, and cold being among them. Whereas many trainers are hot-headed and confident, Ren is quite the opposite. Calm. Thinking. Silent. Like a hunter stalking it's prey, the seventeen year-old has a tendency to form complex strategies in short amounts of time. Though of course, if the situation were too difficult to forge a plan, gut feeling is best.
Funnily enough, many people actually mistake Ren as a boy due to her blunt and upfront nature, plus somewhat scratchier voice. In many ways Ren is smarter than most intelligence-wise, however lacks in social skills and isn't well educated in society. Speaking of, she has some very opinionated views on such topics or things that may be controversial, and, although is open to change her opinions or views on the world, it'll take some incredible persuasion to do so.
She also hates normal, girly things, and loves things like occult studies and lore.
Starter Town: Argentglade, if possible.
Biography:
A tragic accident. A lone survivor. The tale is told many times, though rarely do these tales become reality.
At least, until now.
Ren Moyra was a victim of a tragic, mysterious event. One day, on her little island in which she grew, the floor opened up and simply... well, swallowed it whole! As strange as it sounds, that's the best way Ren can describe it: her home was eaten up by a darkness so incredible, there was nothing left of the area she called home. Even the sea needed to be evened out again, as a significant amount of water was swallowed up by the darkness.
Ren was hardly offshore when it happened. Going on an excursion with her grandfather to the mainland to do some trading at the marketplace, the two were stunned as their former home sunk into nothingness, never to be seen again.
Parents? Gone. Friends? Dead. Home? Obliterated.
There was nothing. She had nothing. Ren became nothing. Everything up to that point in her life had been for naught. All the fun times shared, and memories made, were wasted in an instant.
And all she could blame was the large, mysterious dragon which made it's way into the sky afterward. She didn't get a good look of this dragon, mind you. It's silhouette was all that could be seen in the midday sun. All she knew was that this was no ordinary Pokemon. This Pokemon was special. It was stronger than almost all others. Later, she found out that there was a classification for such Pokemon:
Legendary.
Following the event, Ren and her grandfather left for the mainland, and saved up enough to buy a small apartment with their limited funds. Considering Ren's grandfather could not work all that hard, Ren was forced to grow a backbone and work to make money while educating herself on... well, just about anything, really, though she took a shine to legends and mythology, namely legendary Pokemon. Her main drive in these studies was to find the creature whom destroyed her home, and find a way of drawing it out, perhaps with the help of another legendary Pokemon.
The study-work combo lasted right on through till Ren was sixteen, when she finally found what she was looking for. The creature which took everything from her. The monster which robbed her of everything and left behind nothing.
... It's name is Giratina.
Though her hatred remained, Ren couldn't help but be fascinated with this Pokemon in particular. A creepy obsession over it. She both loved it and absolutely despised it at the same time, something not many trainers can experience, at least not on her magnitude. Legendaries had always caught Ren's eye, but this... this was something special.
Shortly after her discovery, her grandfather passed away. Though her feelings for the man weren't especially great, she still loved him, and the experience shook her up. After all, he'd been with her all this time, so how could she not? However, she soon came to realise that if one were to bury their emotions, pain becomes a non-existent factor. No more suffering, and definitely no more crying. And so she buried. After both ceremonies were complete, Ren had a long, hard think about life and it's meaning. Not life in general, but her life and what it has amounted to. 'Jack shit,' was the crude way of putting it. Her life, up until this point, had been pretty much meaningless. She didn't know what she was doing, or why she was doing it. The only time she truly became aware of herself was when she studied, and she knew she couldn't study for a living...
... Though she could become a Pokemon trainer and study in the field, learning more of the world outside.
The thought would've intimidated her if her emotions still existed, though once they'd been drowned out, nothing would stop her from moving forward. And so, after selling the house and getting an ample supply of essentials, money and other such items (not that one could gt much with their cheap shack anyways), Ren began her journey to see Prof. Evergreen in Argentglade, where she hoped she could receive her first ever Pokemon.
Favored type: Dragon
Favorite Pokémon: The great legendary Pokemon lost in ancient times; the Pokemon which controls anti-matter, and fuels the Distortion Realm:
Giratina.
Why are you joining the Pokémon League?
"I'm challenging the league because I figured their information on Pokemon would be the most valuable to me, specifically those of Legendary or rare origin. I wish to know more about the unknown, and I wish to see these powerful, majestic beasts with my own two eyes...!
... And then use them to kill the monster which took everything from me... and bring back everything I lost."
Miscellaneous:
Pokémon Name: Shyn, the Shinx!
Physical Appearance: Shyn's hair is exceptionally long for a Shinx, probably due to the fact that anyone whose ever approached him wielding scissors was electrocuted..
Sex: Male
Personality/Mood: Shyn's an odd little feller; a perfect fit to the similarly strange Ren Moyra. He doesn't really say a whole lot and can be exceptionally lazy at times, unless in a battle, which is when he's most hyper. The little electric doggo-wolf-thing is something of a masochist, and likes seeing others get angry out of spite. Though a little lonely, the pup ups his spirits through practical jokes on others, and as a result doesn't make a whole lot of Pokefriends. In fact he's better around humans than his own kind, being the product of a spoiled family and lab-dog, which boosts his intelligence.
Likes: Reading (he can read picture books), eating, battling, taking pain, and having long, stylish hair.
Dislikes: Hair cuts, crap food, pretty much everything aside from battling.
Starting Moves: Tackle, Leer
Miscellaneous:
1) You happen upon an injured Rattata in the middle of the path in front of you. You hear a sudden rustling from the large bushes on the path’s edge. Whatever is causing this noise has yet to reveal itself. What do you do?
Answer: Though Ren usually has concern for most Pokemon which cross her path, Ratatta are not one of them. If it can be put someplace safe in the immediate area, like a burrow or hole, then Ren's willing to go through with it. However, she wouldn't risk nor bother trying to help it out if no such place were nearby...
... Maybe her bag, if need be.
2) An enormous Snorlax has wedged itself between the railings of a bridge over a raging river. It seems to be a long way’s journey to venture around the living water. Your destination is across the bridge. What do you do?
Answer: Catch it, obviously. Or defeat it in battle. She's not a fan of normal types, so she doesn't really care, so long as she gets passed. Whether it be a peaceful resolution or one of catastrophe isn't really her concern...
... Or just find another way to cross the water. Shouldn't be too hard.
3) You awaken in the middle of the night to find a Hoothoot rummaging through your pack and taking your food. Before you act, you notice two smaller, faint outlines on the horizon of the dying campfire light. The Hoothoot begins hopping towards her children with your food in tow. What do you do?
Answer: Depends how much food it took. Ren wouldn't starve herself for Pokemon - she's just not quite like that. She doesn't mind sharing, though, assuming she's in a good mood. She'd at least congratulate it on being so brave.
4) You are walking with your Pokémon through thick forest when you hear a faint humming from the canopy above you. Quickly, a hive of Beedrill cuts through the foliage and descends toward you and your Pokémon. What do you do?
Answer: Make a split-second judgement on how to handle it. If my Pokemon is strong enough to take these Beedrill, then yeah, they'll fight. And win. If not, we'll retreat and take another route through the forest.
5) You’ve defeated a trainer handedly, and you both call your Pokémon back into their Pokéball. The trainer falls to their knees and begins to weep. The trainer is a younger individual who only had one, low-leveled bug Pokémon to face. What do you do?
Answer: Laugh and steal his Pokemon!
Though chuckling at the cruel and sadistic thought, Ren is quite supportive of new trainers, and would offer the young man a hand. She would then proceed to explain how ineffective bug types are in comparison to dragon, though are by no means weak themselves, and can become rather powerful if handled properly. Suggest to the trainer to become a training apprentice of sorts? Though not to Ren. Unless they were interested in dragons...! And weren't so scared of her.
@Whimsley I have made revisions to the sheet from a Gible to a Shinx. Made sure Luxuray wasn't on the rare list before putting him on XD He's certainly an interesting Pokemon.
Ren is a 17 year-old female trainer whose heritage stems from an offshore island smack dab in the middle of nowhere. She stands at 5'2, and weighs only 51kg. She has an extremely light and underdeveloped build, making her seem much younger than what she really is, much to her annoyance.
Sex: Female
Personality:
Creepy.
That's the one word that best describes Ren. Creepy. There are plenty of other words which greatly describe Ren, too: cynical, logical, sadistic, competitive, ambitious, and cold being among them. Whereas many trainers are hot-headed and confident, Ren is quite the opposite. Calm. Thinking. Silent. Like a hunter stalking it's prey, the seventeen year-old has a tendency to form complex strategies in short amounts of time. Though of course, if the situation were too difficult to forge a plan, gut feeling is best.
Funnily enough, many people actually mistake Ren as a boy due to her blunt and upfront nature, plus somewhat scratchier voice. In many ways Ren is smarter than most intelligence-wise, however lacks in social skills and isn't well educated in society. Speaking of, she has some very opinionated views on such topics or things that may be controversial, and, although is open to change her opinions or views on the world, it'll take some incredible persuasion to do so.
She also hates normal, girly things, and loves things like occult studies and lore.
Starter Town: Argentglade, if possible.
Biography:
A tragic accident. A lone survivor. The tale is told many times, though rarely do these tales become reality.
At least, until now.
Ren Moyra was a victim of a tragic, mysterious event. One day, on her little island in which she grew, the floor opened up and simply... well, swallowed it whole! As strange as it sounds, that's the best way Ren can describe it: her home was eaten up by a darkness so incredible, there was nothing left of the area she called home. Even the sea needed to be evened out again, as a significant amount of water was swallowed up by the darkness.
Ren was hardly offshore when it happened. Going on an excursion with her grandfather to the mainland to do some trading at the marketplace, the two were stunned as their former home sunk into nothingness, never to be seen again.
Parents? Gone. Friends? Dead. Home? Obliterated.
There was nothing. She had nothing. Ren became nothing. Everything up to that point in her life had been for naught. All the fun times shared, and memories made, were wasted in an instant.
And all she could blame was the large, mysterious dragon which made it's way into the sky afterward. She didn't get a good look of this dragon, mind you. It's silhouette was all that could be seen in the midday sun. All she knew was that this was no ordinary Pokemon. This Pokemon was special. It was stronger than almost all others. Later, she found out that there was a classification for such Pokemon:
Legendary.
Following the event, Ren and her grandfather left for the mainland, and saved up enough to buy a small apartment with their limited funds. Considering Ren's grandfather could not work all that hard, Ren was forced to grow a backbone and work to make money while educating herself on... well, just about anything, really, though she took a shine to legends and mythology, namely legendary Pokemon. Her main drive in these studies was to find the creature whom destroyed her home, and find a way of drawing it out, perhaps with the help of another legendary Pokemon.
The study-work combo lasted right on through till Ren was sixteen, when she finally found what she was looking for. The creature which took everything from her. The monster which robbed her of everything and left behind nothing.
... It's name is Giratina.
Though her hatred remained, Ren couldn't help but be fascinated with this Pokemon in particular. A creepy obsession over it. She both loved it and absolutely despised it at the same time, something not many trainers can experience, at least not on her magnitude. Legendaries had always caught Ren's eye, but this... this was something special.
Shortly after her discovery, her grandfather passed away. Though her feelings for the man weren't especially great, she still loved him, and the experience shook her up. After all, he'd been with her all this time, so how could she not? However, she soon came to realise that if one were to bury their emotions, pain becomes a non-existent factor. No more suffering, and definitely no more crying. And so she buried. After both ceremonies were complete, Ren had a long, hard think about life and it's meaning. Not life in general, but her life and what it has amounted to. 'Jack shit,' was the crude way of putting it. Her life, up until this point, had been pretty much meaningless. She didn't know what she was doing, or why she was doing it. The only time she truly became aware of herself was when she studied, and she knew she couldn't study for a living...
... Though she could become a Pokemon trainer and study in the field, learning more of the world outside.
The thought would've intimidated her if her emotions still existed, though once they'd been drowned out, nothing would stop her from moving forward. And so, after selling the house and getting an ample supply of essentials, money and other such items (not that one could gt much with their cheap shack anyways), Ren began her journey to see Prof. Evergreen in Argentglade, where she hoped she could receive her first ever Pokemon.
Favored type: Dragon
Favorite Pokémon: The great legendary Pokemon lost in ancient times; the Pokemon which controls anti-matter, and fuels the Distortion Realm:
Giratina.
Why are you joining the Pokémon League?
"I'm challenging the league because I figured their information on Pokemon would be the most valuable to me, specifically those of Legendary or rare origin. I wish to know more about the unknown, and I wish to see these powerful, majestic beasts with my own two eyes...!
... And then use them to kill the monster which took everything from me... and bring back everything I lost."
Miscellaneous:
Pokémon Name: Shyn, the Shinx!
Physical Appearance: Shyn's hair is exceptionally long for a Shinx, probably due to the fact that anyone whose ever approached him wielding scissors was electrocuted..
Sex: Male
Personality/Mood: Shyn's an odd little feller; a perfect fit to the similarly strange Ren Moyra. He doesn't really say a whole lot and can be exceptionally lazy at times, unless in a battle, which is when he's most hyper. The little electric doggo-wolf-thing is something of a masochist, and likes seeing others get angry out of spite. Though a little lonely, the pup ups his spirits through practical jokes on others, and as a result doesn't make a whole lot of Pokefriends. In fact he's better around humans than his own kind, being the product of a spoiled family and lab-dog, which boosts his intelligence.
Likes: Reading (he can read picture books), eating, battling, taking pain, and having long, stylish hair.
Dislikes: Hair cuts, crap food, pretty much everything aside from battling.
Starting Moves: Tackle, Leer
Miscellaneous:
1) You happen upon an injured Rattata in the middle of the path in front of you. You hear a sudden rustling from the large bushes on the path’s edge. Whatever is causing this noise has yet to reveal itself. What do you do?
Answer: Though Ren usually has concern for most Pokemon which cross her path, Ratatta are not one of them. If it can be put someplace safe in the immediate area, like a burrow or hole, then Ren's willing to go through with it. However, she wouldn't risk nor bother trying to help it out if no such place were nearby...
... Maybe her bag, if need be.
2) An enormous Snorlax has wedged itself between the railings of a bridge over a raging river. It seems to be a long way’s journey to venture around the living water. Your destination is across the bridge. What do you do?
Answer: Catch it, obviously. Or defeat it in battle. She's not a fan of normal types, so she doesn't really care, so long as she gets passed. Whether it be a peaceful resolution or one of catastrophe isn't really her concern...
... Or just find another way to cross the water. Shouldn't be too hard.
3) You awaken in the middle of the night to find a Hoothoot rummaging through your pack and taking your food. Before you act, you notice two smaller, faint outlines on the horizon of the dying campfire light. The Hoothoot begins hopping towards her children with your food in tow. What do you do?
Answer: Depends how much food it took. Ren wouldn't starve herself for Pokemon - she's just not quite like that. She doesn't mind sharing, though, assuming she's in a good mood. She'd at least congratulate it on being so brave.
4) You are walking with your Pokémon through thick forest when you hear a faint humming from the canopy above you. Quickly, a hive of Beedrill cuts through the foliage and descends toward you and your Pokémon. What do you do?
Answer: Make a split-second judgement on how to handle it. If my Pokemon is strong enough to take these Beedrill, then yeah, they'll fight. And win. If not, we'll retreat and take another route through the forest.
5) You’ve defeated a trainer handedly, and you both call your Pokémon back into their Pokéball. The trainer falls to their knees and begins to weep. The trainer is a younger individual who only had one, low-leveled bug Pokémon to face. What do you do?
Answer: Laugh and steal his Pokemon!
Though chuckling at the cruel and sadistic thought, Ren is quite supportive of new trainers, and would offer the young man a hand. She would then proceed to explain how ineffective bug types are in comparison to dragon, though are by no means weak themselves, and can become rather powerful if handled properly. Suggest to the trainer to become a training apprentice of sorts? Though not to Ren. Unless they were interested in dragons...! And weren't so scared of her.
@PlatinumSkink It appears I have been seduced XD Thanks, I can wait. In the meantime I'm just writing up a sheet; should be interesting to have a creepy sadist on-side, 'ey?
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[row][cell][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]You are the wind at my back[/color] and the sword at my side;[/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] D E L T A 4 4 [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]together, my love,[/color] we shall build a peaceful world.[/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]Just you...[/color][/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub]and me.[/sub][/cell][/row][/table]
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[row][cell][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/d2/61/46d261b662f76cd8d0e365d016d051d3--nerdy-things-fire-emblem-awakening-couples.jpg[/img][/cell][cell][right][sub]Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right?
[color=purple]I'm a roleplayer,[/color] same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:
Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!
As you can see, [color=purple][i]that particular tactic fucking failed.[/i][/color]
Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is [color=darkblue]Chrom[/color] [color=pink]x[/color] [color=purple]Robin[/color] (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: [color=darkblue]Awakening.[/color] Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?
Speaking of loonies, the [url=https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeAWfrBMa2pytnTYnxAtiphQGJU3ojDD7]Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project[/url] has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.
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[right][color=darkblue][sub]"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?"[/sub][/color]
[color=purple][sub]"Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."[/sub][/color][/right][hr][table]
[row][cell][color=darkblue][sub]"So I heard."
[/sub][/color][/cell][cell][center][img]https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DkvxGnlWwAEShes.jpg[/img][/center][/cell][cell][right][sub][color=purple]"There are better places
to take a nap than
on the ground, you know."
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There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.
There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea.
Goodbye Octopi.
There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever.
Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.
There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms.
Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see.
Another with too many dimensions.
Another with not enough.
Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn
to survive.
Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion.
And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution.
An atlas of dead-ends.
Then again, there is one exception.
There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness.
And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in.
It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.
~Exurb1a[/hider]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><img src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/fr/1/1b/Fire_Emblem_Awakening_Logo.png" /><br><br><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3"><font color="#ffb347">◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈</font></div></div><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D </span></font></sub></div></div></th><th class="bb-th"><sub><font color="darkblue">You are the wind at my back</font> and the sword at my side;</sub></th></tr></thead><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> D E L T A 4 4 				 	 </span></font></sub></div></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub><font color="darkblue">together, my love,</font> we shall build a peaceful world.</sub></td></tr><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M </span></font></sub></div></div></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub><font color="darkblue">Just you...</font></sub></td></tr><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N	 </span></font></sub></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub>and me.</sub></td></tr></table></div><br><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><img src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/d2/61/46d261b662f76cd8d0e365d016d051d3--nerdy-things-fire-emblem-awakening-couples.jpg" /></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-right"><sub>Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right? <br><br><font color="purple">I'm a roleplayer,</font> same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:<br><br>Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!<br><br>As you can see, <font color="purple"><span class="bb-i">that particular tactic fucking failed.</span></font><br>Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is <font color="darkblue">Chrom</font> <font color="pink">x</font> <font color="purple">Robin</font> (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: <font color="darkblue">Awakening.</font> Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?<br><br>Speaking of loonies, the <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeAWfrBMa2pytnTYnxAtiphQGJU3ojDD7">Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project</a> has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.<br>	<br><br>	<br>	</sub></div></th></tr></thead></table></div><br><img src="https://alynerd.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/tumblr_nvrmdwbdkf1ruyji8o1_1280.jpg?w=840" /><br><br><div class="bb-right"><font color="darkblue"><sub>"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?"</sub></font><br><font color="purple"><sub>"Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."</sub></font></div><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><font color="darkblue"><sub>"So I heard."<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	</sub></font></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DkvxGnlWwAEShes.jpg" /></div></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-right"><sub><font color="purple">"There are better places<br>to take a nap than <br>on the ground, you know."<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	</font></sub></div></th></tr></thead></table></div><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="A Hymn For Goldilocks">A Hymn For Goldilocks [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://static.tumblr.com/b572f57912d8b5345269f9dc72e04359/yveunmd/zEwn8f4ke/tumblr_static_4fc6jqggm90kg048ok0kkw0ww_640_v2.jpg" /></div><br><br>There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.<br><br>There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea. <br>Goodbye Octopi.<br><br>There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. <br><br>And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever.<br>Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.<br><br>There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms.<br>Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see. <br>Another with too many dimensions.<br>Another with not enough.<br>Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn<br>to survive.<br>Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion.<br>And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution.<br>An atlas of dead-ends.<br><br>Then again, there is one exception.<br><br>There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness.<br>And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in. <br>It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.<br><br>~Exurb1a</div></div></div>
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