Those who just finished their bios, you characters are accepted.
Also, I'll wait until 1Charak2 posts before I make a reply.
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Fell, they/she, English, currently obsessed with DnD and other ttrpgs. I do art sometimes. I GM the Epyllion campaign Beyond Moonlight's Reach and the Daggerheart campaign The Witherwild on this very site.
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While in the middle of reading a sentence, Willow suddenly heard knocking on the library door, as well as someone shouting something. She couldn't hear the words exactly, being a few rooms away from the front door, but it nevertheless caught her attention.
Who even knocks on a library door? she thought irritably. She was so not in the mood for this. She slammed her book shut before standing up and making her way to the front door, having to weave round several piles of books in the process. She needed to keep this place more organised, but she wasn't her mother. Willow's mother, Constance, had been a great librarian, opening and closing the library at the scheduled times, keeping all the books in the right order, able to memorise where each book was. Willow just... couldn't do that. A lot of the time, she would just close the library whenever she felt like it and wasn't doing her business any good. Right now, she was in a particularly bad mood and decided, after the Sergeant's little visit, she was going to declare the library closed for several days, starting now.
She swung open the front door and was met with two Pokemon, a Honedge and Zorua, both of which were species she wasn't used to seeing. Had she been in a better mood, she may have shown a little interest in these two, particularly the Zorua as she knew that species has particularly unusual ability with illusions. Right now, however, she couldn't be bothered.
She looked down at the two coldly. "We're closed," she said bluntly. "If you want a book, I suggest you come back next week. We might be open then... or not."
Who even knocks on a library door? she thought irritably. She was so not in the mood for this. She slammed her book shut before standing up and making her way to the front door, having to weave round several piles of books in the process. She needed to keep this place more organised, but she wasn't her mother. Willow's mother, Constance, had been a great librarian, opening and closing the library at the scheduled times, keeping all the books in the right order, able to memorise where each book was. Willow just... couldn't do that. A lot of the time, she would just close the library whenever she felt like it and wasn't doing her business any good. Right now, she was in a particularly bad mood and decided, after the Sergeant's little visit, she was going to declare the library closed for several days, starting now.
She swung open the front door and was met with two Pokemon, a Honedge and Zorua, both of which were species she wasn't used to seeing. Had she been in a better mood, she may have shown a little interest in these two, particularly the Zorua as she knew that species has particularly unusual ability with illusions. Right now, however, she couldn't be bothered.
She looked down at the two coldly. "We're closed," she said bluntly. "If you want a book, I suggest you come back next week. We might be open then... or not."
Hmmm, wondering about whether I should post a reply now. Yes, I think I shall since two people are already at Willow's door and we're soon expecting a third. However, if you haven't written your introduction yet, again don't worry, you still can... I just really want to reply already.
Also, I think Tina is adorable... I love clumsy but cheerful characters XD
Also, I think Tina is adorable... I love clumsy but cheerful characters XD
Heehee, I'm very tempted to reply right away but I'll wait for a couple other people to put up their intros.
Aaaaaaand it's up, folks. Not sure how happy I am with it but as an introduction post, I think it'll do. Feel free to start writing up your intros if you want now as the roleplay as officially started.
Pain. That was the first thing he became aware of as his consciousness returned. He first noted it as no more than insistent aching in his arms, his legs, his chest, but it slowly seemed to spread and grow, until even his head from throbbing.
He couldn’t... quite recall what had happened. He remembered the cliff, the Heart of Zygarde shattering into pieces, the looks of horror on the faces of the temple guards, a feeling of smug satisfaction at his victory... but trying to recall anymore made the pain in his head worsen.
He opened his eyes, but had to quickly close them a intense light entered his vision. He waited a moment, then opened them again, slower this time. It took a moment, but he soon adjusted, and light gave way. He could see now, see the world around him, yet what he saw puzzled him. He seemed to be lying in field, pretty empty of any signs of life or people. The grass has grown pretty long in this area, weeds and flowers of all variety surrounding him. It would have been a peaceful area had it not been for the fact that he had no idea where he was. He started to try and sit up...
Then he saw the claws... his claws. Not hands. His legs, shorter, covered in grey fur. His tail... he had a tail now, composed of three coral-colored feathers...
Something was wrong. He had... changed.
“Oh Arceus...”
POKEMON MYSTERY DUNGEON
TREE OF THE COSMOS
“Care to explain what this is?”
Willow’s usually composed face twisted slightly as a sheet of paper was shoved under nose, blocking the view of the book that she had previously been reading.
She had heard Sergeant Arcanine coming up the stairs, of course, had heard the little bell ring as he shoved the door open, and had even called an absent-minded “Welcome” to him as he came stomping through the rooms in search of her, yet she had remained seated, concentrating on her work despite the fact she knew she would be interrupted any second.
“Well?” the Sergeant demanded, standing above Willow’s desk in his most intimidating manner.
“I believe,” Willow said, in her softest and most controlled tone. “That it is called an advertisement.”
This caused the Sergeant to let loose a snarl and viscous bark. “Don’t get smart with me, missy!” he shouted. “What exactly is this about an ‘Adventurer’s Guild’?”
The advertisement the Sergeant had pushed into Willow’s line of view was one she knew well. After all, she had written it herself only a week before, and it was only one of many copies she had made.
It read as follows:
ATTENTION ALL
For many weeks now, a string of strange and unexplained phenomena have been occurring. Natural disasters have been occurring in many area, causing many Pokemon to lose their homes and in some desperate cases, even their families. Some Pokemon, once as kind and humane as the rest of us, have gone wild, attacking others they may have once considered friends. Finally, there have been the appearances of the elusive Mystery Dungeons, perilous areas which seemed to twist and change at will.
None of this is normal, and is causing the suffering of many. That is why I have decided it is time we say “no more”. I intend to get to the bottom of this but I cannot do it alone. You’ll find me at the old library to the north of Sunny Town. Come find me, and together, we will start our quest to get to the bottom of this.
The Adventurer’s Guild needs YOUR help.
Signed Willowisp
“It’s just as it is says, Sergeant,” Willow said with a shrug before pushing the paper away and returning to her book.
“Listen here!” Arcanine yelled. “What you have written here is an insult to me and my police department!” He glared down at her. “It’s as if you’re saying I am incapable of doing my job.”
Willow said nothing, simply turning over the page.
“Are you even listening to me!?” Arcanine shouted, slamming one of his front paws down on the desk.
Willow sighed before raising her head to look up at the Sergeant. “I have no idea why you’re getting so upset,” she said. She motioned to the room around her. “After all, no one has actually shown up.” There was a slight bitterness to her tone as she said that and even the Sergeant, as angry as he was, couldn’t miss that.
Arcanine sighed. “Look,” he said, softening his tone as best he could. “I know you mean well... but this is police work. Leave these disasters to me and my force.” He then turned and left, exiting out the library door and making his way down the wooden steps from the treehouse.
When he left, Willow’s whole body seemed to relax as she flopped over her book. “Oh Arceus,” she muttered to herself. She stayed there, head pressed against her desk for minute or so before straightening up. As she did, she caught sight of the advertisement on the table again and breathed out a deep sigh. She hadn’t been lying to the Sergeant when she had said no one had answered. It really upset her, but no one had come to the library inquiring about joining her guild. She thought that someone, anyone, would want to help her out.
She picked the advertisement up and crumbled it up into a little ball. “Stupid...” she muttered to herself before tossing the paper ball across the room. It hit the side of a bookshelf, bouncing off it and then, ironically, landing right next to Willow’s foot. Willow eyed the paper ball angrily and kicked it away from her before returning to her book, a mixture of frustration and sadness building up inside.
He couldn’t... quite recall what had happened. He remembered the cliff, the Heart of Zygarde shattering into pieces, the looks of horror on the faces of the temple guards, a feeling of smug satisfaction at his victory... but trying to recall anymore made the pain in his head worsen.
He opened his eyes, but had to quickly close them a intense light entered his vision. He waited a moment, then opened them again, slower this time. It took a moment, but he soon adjusted, and light gave way. He could see now, see the world around him, yet what he saw puzzled him. He seemed to be lying in field, pretty empty of any signs of life or people. The grass has grown pretty long in this area, weeds and flowers of all variety surrounding him. It would have been a peaceful area had it not been for the fact that he had no idea where he was. He started to try and sit up...
Then he saw the claws... his claws. Not hands. His legs, shorter, covered in grey fur. His tail... he had a tail now, composed of three coral-colored feathers...
Something was wrong. He had... changed.
“Oh Arceus...”
“Care to explain what this is?”
Willow’s usually composed face twisted slightly as a sheet of paper was shoved under nose, blocking the view of the book that she had previously been reading.
She had heard Sergeant Arcanine coming up the stairs, of course, had heard the little bell ring as he shoved the door open, and had even called an absent-minded “Welcome” to him as he came stomping through the rooms in search of her, yet she had remained seated, concentrating on her work despite the fact she knew she would be interrupted any second.
“Well?” the Sergeant demanded, standing above Willow’s desk in his most intimidating manner.
“I believe,” Willow said, in her softest and most controlled tone. “That it is called an advertisement.”
This caused the Sergeant to let loose a snarl and viscous bark. “Don’t get smart with me, missy!” he shouted. “What exactly is this about an ‘Adventurer’s Guild’?”
The advertisement the Sergeant had pushed into Willow’s line of view was one she knew well. After all, she had written it herself only a week before, and it was only one of many copies she had made.
It read as follows:
For many weeks now, a string of strange and unexplained phenomena have been occurring. Natural disasters have been occurring in many area, causing many Pokemon to lose their homes and in some desperate cases, even their families. Some Pokemon, once as kind and humane as the rest of us, have gone wild, attacking others they may have once considered friends. Finally, there have been the appearances of the elusive Mystery Dungeons, perilous areas which seemed to twist and change at will.
None of this is normal, and is causing the suffering of many. That is why I have decided it is time we say “no more”. I intend to get to the bottom of this but I cannot do it alone. You’ll find me at the old library to the north of Sunny Town. Come find me, and together, we will start our quest to get to the bottom of this.
The Adventurer’s Guild needs YOUR help.
Signed Willowisp
“It’s just as it is says, Sergeant,” Willow said with a shrug before pushing the paper away and returning to her book.
“Listen here!” Arcanine yelled. “What you have written here is an insult to me and my police department!” He glared down at her. “It’s as if you’re saying I am incapable of doing my job.”
Willow said nothing, simply turning over the page.
“Are you even listening to me!?” Arcanine shouted, slamming one of his front paws down on the desk.
Willow sighed before raising her head to look up at the Sergeant. “I have no idea why you’re getting so upset,” she said. She motioned to the room around her. “After all, no one has actually shown up.” There was a slight bitterness to her tone as she said that and even the Sergeant, as angry as he was, couldn’t miss that.
Arcanine sighed. “Look,” he said, softening his tone as best he could. “I know you mean well... but this is police work. Leave these disasters to me and my force.” He then turned and left, exiting out the library door and making his way down the wooden steps from the treehouse.
When he left, Willow’s whole body seemed to relax as she flopped over her book. “Oh Arceus,” she muttered to herself. She stayed there, head pressed against her desk for minute or so before straightening up. As she did, she caught sight of the advertisement on the table again and breathed out a deep sigh. She hadn’t been lying to the Sergeant when she had said no one had answered. It really upset her, but no one had come to the library inquiring about joining her guild. She thought that someone, anyone, would want to help her out.
She picked the advertisement up and crumbled it up into a little ball. “Stupid...” she muttered to herself before tossing the paper ball across the room. It hit the side of a bookshelf, bouncing off it and then, ironically, landing right next to Willow’s foot. Willow eyed the paper ball angrily and kicked it away from her before returning to her book, a mixture of frustration and sadness building up inside.
Okay, now that we already have a large group of confirmed characters and a couple of characters who's CS are in-progress, I am going to start working on the first IC post. For those who are still working on their CS or people who are just finding this roleplay and want to join, do not worry, I will continue accepting characters even after the roleplay begins because the point is that the guild starts off with a few members and slowly grows at time goes on and the story progresses.
Anyway, I'll start working on that now and should have it up soon enough.
Anyway, I'll start working on that now and should have it up soon enough.
Ngoc said
You can have an interesting character without having dead parents, you know. There's other sources of strife. I'm not hating on everyone's backstories, just found it a bit odd how all of them shared a theme.
I agree with you, though I think that having characters who's friend/family members are missing - which seems to be more often than them simply being dead - works for this roleplay in that they are a group of adventurer's looking for answers to many different question. But you are right, you can have an interesting character without dead parents. Of recent, I usually try to steer clear of the 'dead/missing parent' trope, but for this RP and character, it felt right. I can't speak for everyone's characters, of course, but they might have felt the same.
Ngoc said
Why does everyone's past have to be so tragic?
I mean, literally every single backstory so far has included at least one lost/missing loved one/family member. What's up with that?
Personally, I don't mind it too much. In fact, I like how this group of characters is already shaping up to be, what with the whole "ragtag group of misfits" vibe. Of course, if someone submitted a character who had not tragic elements in their story, I'd be fine with that too. After all, they could play as a calming agent for the rest of the group.
Hello, everyone, I'm back. For all those who have submitted their characters (and boy, I never expected so many people to be interested XD), you are all accepted. Of course, those who still have their characters as WIP we'll have to wait on them, but so far, I'm feeling even more positive on this than previously thanks to the group of diverse characters.
Also, to Rabbit Goddess, I have no problems with you adding a section to your CS for extra information.
Pfft, considering how Willow is, no XD This is a brand new guild and Willow will have no idea how to run it, at least at first, so no real application process.
Also, I'd like everyone to note that yes, I am still accepting. In fact, I might keep accepting characters even after the RP begins. After all, I do plan for the guild to grow and be upgraded over time, and a steady flow of new characters will help that.
Also, to Rabbit Goddess, I have no problems with you adding a section to your CS for extra information.
1Charak2 said
does the guild have a aplication process like in mystery dungeon games XD
Pfft, considering how Willow is, no XD This is a brand new guild and Willow will have no idea how to run it, at least at first, so no real application process.
Also, I'd like everyone to note that yes, I am still accepting. In fact, I might keep accepting characters even after the RP begins. After all, I do plan for the guild to grow and be upgraded over time, and a steady flow of new characters will help that.
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