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When you see that you no longer owe anymore posts and have nothing to write *insanity ensues* Aaaaah!HSkjhaksjhdjf
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Hello all. I am an experienced writer who is writing my own fiction stories on the side. I can role play any genre. What I love most is being able to go-all-out when weaving tales with other writers. It just makes the story more interesting, so I can't wait to write with you. :)

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@Dead CruiserNope, don't mind. When I was contemplating a race, I, too, was contemplating a vampire or a Frankenstein. I still haven't decided lol. I already have quite the amount of important NPCs to play any way. So I may either just stick with the Director and Assistant Director or actually adopt a character.
@BurningColdNah, it just makes me sympathize. I've created a CS for a game before and then decided before even posting it that I didn't feel like joining/or just wasn't going to join. Like the inspiration was just there to make a character and then vanished. It'll take like 4 hr - all for nothing lol.
@BurningColdThis is why it says in the OP not to join a game for the hell of it. You should only join a game if you are greatly inspired to make a character that you'll like. Not just...some random spur-of-the-moment idea.





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Daxian




Daxians are a red-skinned race of alien with skin colors ranging from fire engine red to red colors as dark as maroon. They have hair shades of black, gray, white, brown to reddish-brown, and no other colors. The bone structure of Daxians are denser than the structure of a Earthling and the bones will start to protrude from a Daxian's body—usually at the knees, elbows, forehead, and heels—as a Daxian matures. Daxians have bone-like structures on their foreheads that resemble horns and match the color of that respective Daxian's skin. The structures actually act as amplifiers and sensors for the Daxian's psychic abilities. They are sentry towers that not only thwart all attempts to breach the conscience, but can fiercely defend it from assault.

Dakkon is a sanguine-skinned, stark-haired youth whose bones are just starting to protrude from his elbows and knees. Like most alien races, Daxians have a unique longevity that outlives the lifespan of any Earthling, and so even after twenty-six years, Dakkon still has a long way to go. Like all members of the Frieza Force, Dakkon wears the basic battle armor and carries into battle a blaster that he rarely uses but keeps as a failsafe. He is 6'2" and even with the extra muscle mass granted by the weight of his skeletal structure, the guy can move. A black, tattoo-like tribal mark of some unknown creature unfurling its wings covers his back. Two, black, tribal in design, whirlpool-like swirls decorate each of his pecs. The sclera of his eyes are pitch-black and his irises stark-white like his hair. For being an alien creature, his exotic appearance has made him appear rather handsome to other creatures male, female, and unknown in gender.




Dakkon is mostly a quiet individual, but not because he is antisocial. Daxians are capable of speaking verbally and through the mind, and so he is more accustomed to projecting his thoughts like a loudspeaker to those around him in a form of thought-speech. Call it lazy, but with there being so many squad members, it ensures that his team hears him over the noise of war. Dakkon is rather naughty and playful, even while on the battlefield. He is one of those cocky fellows that will toy with the enemy just to make a battle more interesting. Even so, he’s a get-in and get-out sort of creature. He doesn’t like when a mission drags on for too long, especially when it comes to the incompetence of others. There are more interesting things he could be doing such as training, listening to audio books, or watching galactic space operas. Hey, he’s gotta make the life of a grunt fun, right? If a mission is cutting into his time, he’ll literally take an audio book or video player into battle and watch or listen to it in the middle of combat, especially when Frieza has his eyes on inferior planets. Who knew that there were so many in the solar system? No wonder the guy is full of himself.

Being a Daxian, he is easily underestimated because Daxian’s lack a visible ki signature making them appear to other races that they are just as weak as the races they conquer. This natural deception is the mistake 95% of his opponents make with him, which is why he’s grown quite used to it. When a real warrior steps forth and actually convinces him to put down the audio book and get serious, that’s when the gloves come off. Dakkon enjoys a good fight even if his life is on the line. The better the fight, the prouder his victory or defeat would be. His belief is that there is no shame in losing to a worthy fighter. This doesn’t mean that all fighters are worthy of having the pleasure of killing him. There do exist some scumbags out there…………………




Standard Blaster




Daxos


Notable Racial Traits
► Psychic
► Non-ki-expelers
► No aura or detectable ki




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Ki Empowerment Daxians believe in inner strength. Their techniques involve strengthening the mind and the body and using both as devastating weapons. Because of these beliefs, it is very rare to ever see a Daxian expelling ki in the form of destructive energy attacks. Daxians instead imbue their body with spiritual energy, achieving the ability to perform extraordinary stunts involving enhanced strength, speed, durability, and reflexes. By imbuing the body with ki, the Daxian can grow closer to becoming One with the cosmos. The swirls on Dakkon’s chest are actual tribal tattoos that depict galaxies and by donning the tattoos, a Daxian is able to grow closer to becoming one with all life. This is Dakkon’s primary technique for all of his physical stunts.

Psychokinesis Daxians are unique in that they are psychics. Their mental power far surpasses that of average creatures that they are able to use it as a weapon. They use their minds to communicate without physically speaking and a more adept Daxian is capable of leaving his or her physical shell in an astral form. Currently, besides the thought-speech, which is a very basic method of communication for any Daxian, Dakkon is capable of moving objects with his mind. He can halt projectiles in mid-air and send them soaring right on back. He will use his psychokinesis to deflect small to large arm fire/energy attacks and to even briefly halt a charging foe (like a hesitation). Since Dakkon does not expel his ki, he doesn't fly like most creatures do. He instead uses his psychokinesis on himself for flight, levitation, and performing stunts that defy gravity.

Ki Sense A Daxian's horns makes him or her very sensitive and attuned to the movement and flow of ki, naturally granting them better control over its placement while usually other ki practitioners must spend years mastering control. This attunement allows him to find ki to draw from internally or externally, allowing him to sense the ki in most things.



The story of the planet Daxos is a very simple tale, and unlike most stories, it does not end with destruction, involve some grand prince or princess fleeing his or her home only to return and save it later, or an epic battle between two great warriors. Daxos still exists today unknowingly to Frieza’s army, but let’s get on with the Tale of Deception. Daxos is a planet that possesses one of the most powerful psychics in the universe that the Daxians call, “The One.” Supposedly, it is a Daxian who had reached the pinnacle state of enlightenment that he/she/it—nobody knows what the former he has become anymore—became one with the universe. Many ministers and diplomats would consult The One and its wisdom for those that often didn’t fell into economic and political hardship. The One was simply a guide, but in the planet’s time of need, it became a protector. The One predicted the coming of Frieza and shared its prophecy with the nation. Generals, scholars, and diplomats came together in a summit to discuss a plan of action. Being a cunning people by nature, it was decided that instead of risking destruction and wasting lives and money going to war that they would instead create the ultimate deterrence.

Frieza and his army came, swept through Daxos and wiped its existence from the universe. After the whole ordeal, only one Daxian was captured and forced to yield his allegiance to Frieza and his army. That Daxian was Dakkon.

Frieza left Daxos’s galaxy and would probably never return. The plan of action had been a success. The ultimate deterrence had required an effort from nearly every Daxian on the planet. Hours before Frieza’s arrival, all the Daxians who were capable of the technique fell asleep, and together with The One, created an illusion of their home planet. Frieza’s army had attacked the decoy, believing it to be the real planet and left without a second thought. The Daxian leaders had required there to be a “survivor” to go with Frieza’s forces to monitor where they would go next. The survivor was meant to be a bug; a slow disease to spread and rip his morale apart. That was the intention at least, but Dakkon saw it more as an opportunity to leave the planet. Daxians were xenophobic and never left Daxos—mostly because they had no reason to. Dakkon was curious and too adventurous to live such a mundane life and so had volunteered to go from being a first-class grunt in the Daxian military to a first-class grunt in Frieza’s Forces *sighs*.

It bothers him every now and then that he may never return to Daxos, but he knows that if he ever does return, then it would not be good for his people. Dakkon is a double agent patiently waiting for the opportunity for rebellion.
@Fubsy@BurningCold@FallenTrinity@jumpadraw@Dead Cruiser@redbaron1234@ShaggyDoo0@Queentze@GamerXZ@LancerOfBlue

This is a message to everyone and no person specific, but if you feel this message applies to you, then please do as requested. This game has a lot of interest, but I have only seen 2 CSes. The way I do my interest checks is that I already write out the OOC and the CS, which is the OP of this check. I don't open the actual game until I get enough applicants. If I don't get enough applicants, then I'm not going to waste my time setting up an OOC and IC if no one is going to be joining the actual game.

If you have lost interest in this game, then please mention me and let me know so I can take you off the Interested Players list. I use that list as a roster to let me know who I am still waiting on for CSes and I update accordingly.
To Protect the World from Devastation...


Situation Location: Park to the right of the Pokemon Center [refer to map]




Jaden had caught the boy in the middle of his triumphant laughter. The Machamp was quick to stop laughing when Jaden snagged his trainer by his collar and slugged him in the face. With a growl, the Machamp made a motion to stop Jaden when a yellow rat leapt into his path. That hadn’t been the only Pokemon to attempt to get in his way. Like the Pikachu, a Vulpix emerged out of the crowd and just as quick did another boy. Machamp’s fists clenched tightly as he bore his teeth in offense. The other trainer seemed to counter the Vulpix’s fireball before it struck him and even had some nerve to stand before him and the fox that apparently wanted to die. The Machamp made no motion to attack, however. Instead, his tense eyes glanced back at his trainer, anxiously desiring a command.

The boy pushed away from Jaden, hardly caring about the scolding Seth had given the white-haired boy. He rubbed at his aching cheek and glared daggers at both of them.

“If this had been a Tourney or League Match, then the victory would be still mine. Who cares if I would have been disqualified? The fact of the matter is that my Pokemon are the strongest in the world!”

The boy’s face then twisted with a crazed and threatening smile. “I should call the cops on you for assaulting me. Then you and your Pokemon would go to prison—one less scrub I got to deal with later. My Machamp could obliterate every single Pokemon you got on your belt. If you don’t want them going to the Pokemon Center, then you best stay out of my way!”

Another trainer from the crowd stepped forth behind Vulpix and facing the Machamp trainer. His cap was low over his eyes and he was also wearing an unsettling smirk.

“If it’s a battle you want, then fight me. I got the match your Machamp is looking for.”

The second trainer reached down to his belt to remove a pokeball that he lobbed on the ground between the Vulpix and Seth. Emerging from the ball was a large, draconic creature with a hammerhead skull.

“GO! GARCHOMP!”

The dragon Pokemon’s black eyes peered down at Seth before they motioned over to the Machamp that the creature determined was its true opponent. Before the match could start, a third! trainer stepped from the crowd. She was a female trainer also wearing a cap and with two pigtails trailing down her back. She had a bubblegum bubble inflated before her lips that she leisurely popped.

“Impressive Pokemon. Mind if I join?” she asked, and didn’t even give the trainers a chance to respond before she also removed a Pokeball from her belt and tossed it on the ground. The ball opened and emerging from it was also a dragon type, the most iconic one of them all.

“GO! DRAGONITE!”

The Dragonite trainer who had been battling trainers earlier had stepped forward to fight the two misfits. Grasping the bill of her cap as she glanced to her left and right at both trainers, comparing herself to the two, she didn’t look green behind the ears. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she silently scrutinized both trainers.

“I can tell just by looking at you two that you’re a couple of greenhorns. Where did you get those Pokemon and how are they obeying you without badges?”

The girl unzipped her jacket and opened it to reveal all the badges she had collected in the Kanto region. She was on her last badge before the Elite Four trials.

The Machamp trainer smirked though there was a bit of hidden anxiety in his eyes. “Wouldn’t you want to know?”

It was a weak answer, and the trainer simply called to his Machamp: “Champ, we’re leaving.”

The Machamp frowned. “Just when I thought I’d finally found my match.”

Obediently, the Machamp turned away from Seth, Garchomp, Vulpix, and Pikachu to follow after his trainer. The Garchomp trainer seemed to be discouraged from fighting the Dragonite as well, but it hadn’t been because of the girl’s strong Pokemon.

“Gary, come,” he commanded his Garchomp. The dragon Pokemon growled, but like the Machamp, turned to follow after his trainer.

The Dragonite trainer continued to roll the wad of bubblegum in her mouth, watching suspiciously as the two trainers seemed to disperse at her inquiry. She knew that their Pokemon were more than capable of giving her Dragonite a hard time, but why had they both turned tail?

She then glanced over at Jaden, Seth, and their Pokemon. “Are all of you all right? Is there something new going on where The League is starting to give inexperienced trainers powerful Pokemon to experiment with or something? It’s been a long time since I first started my journey.”

The Dragonite suddenly shrank down to her humanoid form. Her cheeks flushed with anger as she raised her seemingly delicate fists.

“Aw man! I would have showed them whose boss!” she growled. Her trainer walked up and looped an arm about her shoulders, drawing the gijinka against her side. The gijinka beamed and for a brief moment they looked just like sisters.

“I know you would have,” she praised.

The crowd dispersed with several disappointed curses and moans. They were hoping to see an epic match. A few of the young trainers in the crowd started to mutter to themselves, where could they find powerful Pokemon like that?


Mysterious Boy & Mysterious Girl


Situation Location: In front of the Trainer House

"Come one; come all; to the greatest club ever to be created in the universe!" the Mysterious Girl announced.

The mysterious boy scratched at his brow as he felt sympathy pains from her horrid introduction.

That's stretching it... he thought.

"That's right; the Pokemon Club! No trainer is too weak in the Pokemon Club, instead we're all equal. It's very simple. All you have to do is sign some forms and turn in your weak Pokemon for your new ones! It's that simple. Do you want to dominate those difficult gyms with ease? Then join our club. Everyone is guaranteed to be a winner!"

@TalijaKey@Bright_Ops@Saltwater Thief@Feisty-Pants@BlackPanther@Raijinslayer@Ashevelendar@Shadow Daedalus
@LancerOfBlueShe can be the liaison for the Myth race if that is what you're asking.
@LancerOfBlueSirens would be Myth race and they're acceptable.
@BlackPantherWe already discussed what Tail Whip was.

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