Jester Acharis

Another School of Mutual Killing!? - OOC

Oh man, so we have a Liar, a Forger and a Faker, really?

things I miss...

You do realize that Mahz is still working on features, right?

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Posted! And fsst sorry Atrum, I really don't remember Nerissa's surname. I'll edit the post once I get that info, though.

Now, towards the store we go! (Yes, Stella, you too, even if you already went there earlier c'mon go with the crowd)

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Emil wasn't sure if he was more relieved or disappointed to hear that Stella had no further input to give on the matter; on the other hand it meant that at least now he wouldn't look stupid or inferior to her, but on the other, it also meant he wouldn't learn anything more about this new type, not here. He raised his hand to his chin and allowed himself to fall into ponder, still listening as the girl next to her spoke. At the mention of the proposed name, Emil's brow furrowed slightly. Fairy? The name didn't feel right on his tongue. Was that a joke? The rest of the types were named in reference to their elements, while as Fairy sounded more like a way to describe a Pokémon's appearance than anything. Then again, Dragon type shared that detail with the new type... Was there a connection somewhere, then? Something he didn't see?

"Similar to Rock and Ground?" Emil repeated, one brow raised. He didn't see it. "I must strongly disagree with that point of view. Rock's separation from Ground was a slow process over centuries, directly influenced by the change in certain species' environment. It was evolution to support Pokémon living in mountains or caverns, much like the recent discovery of the Dark type amongst Pokémon that preferred to hunt during nighttime. Fairy, however, does not sound like it has any connection to the world as a whole. Perhaps it's just the peculiar naming sense whoever coined up that name has, but I do not think you can compare it to the relationship between Ground and Rock."

He fell back into thought. "And indeed, the immunity to Dragon sounds more than just a little baseless..."

Before he could think on that any further, a loud crying sound snapped the boy from his thoughts and almost sent him stumbling down from his seat. A quick look towards the arena revealed the source of the noise to be no one else but Whitney, apparently incredibly disheartened by what seemed to be a loss. Emil's mouth opened in surprise. Did... did Nerissa really defeat the strongest Pokémon Whitney had? This fast? Whatever pride he had felt over being academically more gifted than her was quick to vanish. He did regain some of it when he realized that it was not a clean win, however, rather a tie. Still impressive, but something he was willing to handle.

As Nerissa was trying to cheer Whitney up (if it could be called that - she seemed more annoyed by her crying than anything, really), a well dressed man pushed himself away from the backmost inner wall of the Gym and walked into the middle of the battlefield, steps calm but determined. He cleared his throat loudly to gain the newbie trainers' attention, then brought a paper up to his face.

"Emil Shields, Stella Gold, Nerissa Lovell," he began, his voice loud and clear. "I hereby declare you three official members of the Trainers' League, as per the International Rules of Qualification." He didn't turn when he addressed each of them separately. "Emil Shields, for displaying impressive strategical ability and preparation, Stella Gold, for displaying impressive calm and confidence in the skills of yourself and your Pokémon and Nerissa Lovell for displaying an unyielding spirit even in the face of a powerful opponent, you three shall receive the official seal of the League" - as he said this, three assistants walked up to the young trainers and pressed gold seals on each of their license cards - "and are free to challenge the Gyms worldover. Your goal? To become the Champion of the Pokémon League."

He lowered the paper he was reading from, and then offered the three a far less formal smile. "Good job, you three." He turned to look at Nerissa, and nodded. "And should you wonder why you passed despite the tie - I can tell you that victory is not the only proof of skill. You did well. Be proud." He turned to them all again, and this time addressed the whole group once more. "Your next step, if you'd like the advice, should be to stock up on supplies at the Department Store, have you not yet done so. They have some amazing sales just for greenhorn trainers like you."

Emil looked down at his newly 'upgraded' license, and allowed a small smile to grace his lips. He'd done it. He'd really become a trainer. If it hadn't been very uncharacteristic of him, he would have let his inner child take over for a second and scream his success for the whole Gym to hear.

But, since Emil was just Emil, he merely scoffed, pocketing his license and walking to the Gym's door with hasty steps before turning around. "Are you two coming?" He groaned impatiently. "I would like to pick up my supplies before they sell out on everything useful."

Another School of Mutual Killing!? - OOC

The cast is shaping out to be awesome!

But man, all the girls. Fedya will think he walked into an all-girls for a second. That or into the filming of a harem anime.

Pokemon - Willow League

Happy, hypnotic Jesus signature should be the only reason needed, tbh.

Especially with a bonus Buddha in the background.

No but hey, thanks, can't wait to start this.

Another School of Mutual Killing!? - OOC

Awesome!

Have a CS, then:

Name: Fyodor “Fedya” Nikolayevich Vasnetsov

Super High School Level Talent: Liar / Con artist

Appearance:

drew this a while ago

Personality: It’s clear from the very first minutes spent with the guy that he’s very positive and talkative - sometimes obnoxiously so. He’s always smiling and socializing whenever he can find time for it, and none of his friends can ever remember a time when he would’ve frowned or gotten mad. He’s generally friendly and loves to tell stories “about his own life” (or so he claims). His tales are always very obviously fake however, as is clear from their high and mighty, exaggerated nature. Fedya especially loves to tell tales where he has either killed or gotten killed, and refuses to answer questions on how he can still be alive if he dies at the end of every other story. Not that he ever answers any questions in general; he hates telling things about himself and dislikes nosiness (even if he's very nosy himself) even if it doesn’t really show from past his perpetual smile. He doesn’t fret the small stuff - or the big stuff, for that matter, and is known not to like overly serious people.

Despite being friendly though, Fedya’s pretty insensitive; he can’t read the mood, and can make the rudest and most inappropriate comments and jokes in completely wrong places, figuring it’s alright if he just adds an “Just kidding!” at the end. He can’t sit still for long and his mood is very fickle; he can change the target of his interest in a flash, going from talking to someone to admiring a nearby vase. Similarly, he could be complimenting you one moment - and then talking you down the next. And if you get mad? Well, he was “just kidding!”

Like his SHSL title suggests, Fedya is a liar. Surprisingly however, he is very open about his title and doesn’t try to claim that he's telling the truth all time. In fact, he’s quick to reveal the whole deal even without anyone asking, because it actually helps him a great deal when tricking people. Due to his title, many suspect most of the things he says to be lies, but that’s actually not true; he doesn’t lie about everything, and does sometimes slip truths in between all his jokes, exaggerations and tricks. They’re just very hard - and often pretty much impossible - to detect. So in a way, you could say he doesn't hide his title - rather, he hides behind it.

Probably as a side effect from being so untrustworthy himself, Fedya doesn’t trust people. He isn’t paranoid, nor does he feel contempt towards others for their perceived dishonesty, he just believes that every single person in the world is a big fat liar, and that the only differences people have in that regard are whether they admit it to lying or not and how well they manage to pull it off. According to him, there is no single truth for the simple reason that every person sees things differently, and twists events to suit their own beliefs and perceptions. And, you know, there’s nothing wrong with that! Truth isn't all it's made out to be anyway. Some things are better left... simply untold.

Biography: Fedya was an incredibly clumsy kid.

He was also a very, very timid one

So when he constantly broke his parents’ things on accident, he could never man up and admit to it. He always said it was someone else. He blamed the cat, the maid, the neighbours, and somehow he always ended up getting out of trouble. Perhaps it was him being charismatic from the start, or perhaps it was just his parents truly trusting their kid; nobody knows nor has cared to find out. The bottom line was that lying always got young Fedya out of trouble and kept him from having to tell the truth.

The same thing continued all the way to high school. See, Fedya always liked toys, especially stuffed ones. He adored them to the point he collected shelf-fulls of them. Unfortunately, that was not something his classmates considered cool, so he could never tell anyone about his passion. So he lied. And it worked wonders once more. And, as he grew up, he started to believe his own lies and ended up abandoning his plushies, moving onto adoring masks instead. They became his new passion, and he started to collect them instead. They were wonderful. Powerful. They helped him deal with certain problems he was faced with around that time.

Fedya kept lying as he grew, but he always felt bad for it. He always wanted to tell the truth, and attempted to do it whenever possible. It was then that something happened that put a temporary end to his cycle of lying. Something he couldn’t bear the weight of alone. Something he had to tell about to someone. And he did - he told about it to his girlfriend. She broke up with him and he never saw her again. He told about it to his parents and he got his ass kicked for it. He got reprimanded by his parents, who had always told him to do his best at being true and honest, parents who had, without knowing, kept him in check by making him feel slightly guilty whenever he lied. Parents who now... wished they hadn’t heard what he told them. Parents who wished he had lied.

After that, he never felt guilty for lying ever again. In fact, he started to purposefully better himself at it. He became a con artist, an able and talented swindler who never walked out of a poker match without his money, who never failed to take what he wanted from a victim of his scam. He never did it for the money though; no, he had another, much bigger and more difficult cause urging him on.

He received his invitation to the school one night during a poker match and stood up from the table at once. A school for the gifted sounded like a place where he could get some answers to some of the bigger questions he had, and like a place where he could test out his skills.

It sounded almost too good to be true.

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They don't get their starters yet, as it's not part of the trainer initiation process anymore. If you remember from the first post, the official process of becoming a trainer was that you first needed to have a starter (which could be one you owned, like with us, or one you bought just for the occasion) and then battled a Gym to prove your worth. There is no more of that "choose from grass, fire and water starters" type of deal going on. We'll get ours a bit differently, but don't worry, it happens sort of soon~

As for how they choose them, I'm imagining they just get handed one at random 8D'' They will be the ones we agreed to earlier, though.

I'll probably throw in a short reply too, in a sec.

Pokemon - Willow League

Finally managed to fish out and finish editing this CS yay.

Name: Sigurður "Sigur" Gunnarsson
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Trainer Class: Ordinary Guy (from PBR)

Appearance:

meh

* Ignore the Gabite. I originally drew that pic for an rp where he had one, so yeah. He's also missing jewelry and shit because Jester's lazy.

Sigur’s definitely not the biggest guy in his age group, standing only at 5'8" with a slender build to match. He has a pretty pale complexion as his skin never tans, just burns when exposed to too much sunlight - a fact that has forced the youth to spend most of his time thickly clothed if not inside. He also has sort of long, pretty slender fingers people have called "girly" before, but he doesn’t really feel embarrassment over them; he has good dexterity, what’s there to be ashamed of? He'd like any of those stubby-fings to try and play piano like he does.

The guy’s hair is strawberry blond and, put in a single word, messy - always; name any direction and you can find at least a handful of strands sticking out there. His hair is spiky from the top and his bangs long enough to cover one of his eyes from time to time, which he surprisingly enough doesn't mind. He hates tying (or doing anything else, for that matter) his hair, so you’ll more often than not find it the way it was when he woke up. His eyes are grey and due to their light tone, they're often very striking... or at least they would be if he didn’t perpetually have a somewhat bored expression on his face.

He has earrings on both of his ears and a piercing above his left eye. The piercing is simple, and the earrings are diamond shaped, hanging a bit under his earflaps. He’s been told those’re feminine too. He’s told said people they’re more expensive than anything fuckers like them own. His usual choice of clothing often consists of something comfortable and "normal" - unless he's looking to start something, in which case he can dress up pretty flashy. Usually though, he just has on a pair of black, mildy torn jeans, a loose t-shirt with something witty printed on it and, in case it's cold enough for him to need them, an open jacket and fingerless gloves. Sometimes he has on some heavy necklaces and other jewelry as decoration as well. He rarely wears anything on his head, because he doesn’t want to flatten his hair.

Personality: As you’ll probably realize very quickly, Sigur isn’t a very talkative person. He’d much rather keep to himself than engage in idle gossip, especially with people he doesn’t know. He doesn’t see the point in chatting up random strangers just for the sake of being polite. In fact, he doesn’t see the point of doing anything just to be polite. If there’s one thing he hates, it’s people who fake and pretend just to appear nice and friendly, when in truth they don’t give a shit about you or your day. He thinks it’s much worse to fake and lie than to honestly say what you think, even if that’d end up hurting someone. Because of that, he doesn’t really like people who try to fit in, who are reserved, timid, or don’t speak their mind for whatever reason. And when he doesn’t like someone you will know it; he will be blunter than usual, dish out glares and insults more frequently, and all around act like an ass to try and have those people react in a way not usual for them. Hey, he’s just doing it to help! Every shy chick needs to just get really boiling mad once in their life. It’s good for the soul.

As expected, on the occasions he does talk, he always speaks his mind, and is often even more snarky and sarcastic than needed. That’s just who he is though, doesn’t mean he likes hurting people’s feelings or that he'd hate you. And God forbid you ever try changing him or telling him to shape up. You will get onto his bad side, and you will never get out. He will forever think of you as an enemy, and snark will be thrown at you come every opportunity. He will be needlessly difficult to deal with and very immature.

Still, even if might sound like it, Sigur certainly doesn’t hate everyone. Not at all; he has respect, sometimes even admiration for outspoken people, long as they aren’t acting like idiots. And in the end, he can be... well, a decent friend at least; he most likely won't abandon you if you get in trouble for example, but mostly because it’d be bothersome if you were hurt and he’d be expected to take care of you. He won’t stand anyone insulting his friends, either. He’s the only one allowed to do that.

Due to Sigur’s nature it’s not uncommon for him to make enemies and even get into fights. Verbal fights he fares pretty well in, and he actually enjoys from time to time. It’s a bonding experience of sorts. Nothing like two people exchanging insults and speaking their mind, free of the bounds of “politeness”. So don’t be surprised if after a prolonged war of words he comes and pats you on the back for a fight well fought. It’s a completely other matter once the fighting becomes physical, though. Like mentioned, Sigur isn’t really built for melees. He says he hates violence because there’s no point in it, and while there is truth to that, part of his hatred for it is because he’s just so bad at it. He can avoid having his skull cracked in half most of the time, but anything more than that is beyond him. So, he’ll often try to distract his enemy with psychobabble and insults instead. He also has the tendency to freeze completely over when something startles him. He doesn’t scream, he doesn’t run away, he just stands and stares until the shock fades off. Luckily for him, it’s often easy to lie that he simply wasn’t fazed by whatever startled him.

Lastly, even though he might sound like an apathetic guy with little interest to anything, he’s far from that. When he isn’t in his defensive mode, that is, when he doesn’t think anyone’s trying to oppress him and he isn’t bitter as a result, he’s actually a pretty fun-loving guy. He has a secret love for competitions of any kind, and he loves trying out new things and just… doing crazy things others wouldn’t think of doing simply because he can.

Biography: Born in Hearthome to two middle class parents, Sigur’s childhood was pretty ordinary. The only thing you could say was out of the norm was that he was never interested in Pokémon when growing up. A lot of the other kids on the block played outside with their family’s pet Pokémon and even tamed wild ones, but Sigur preferred to spend his days playing alone or with other humans. Their family did own both a Skitty and a Growlithe, but they both always seemed more like pests than anything else to him - possibly because it was he who often had to look after them while his parents were busy with his twin little sisters and work. Sigur just never saw the point in Pokémon, and the fact that he was often asked questions about his "strange" attitude towards them and being pressured into at least trying to go with the flow just made him all the more reluctant to play along.

When Sigur grew and most other kids around him left on their respective Pokémon journeys, his parents unanimously decided that he was not fit to go along. He was a bit of a rebel and his parents worried he'd mess with the wrong kind of crowd - or the wrong kind of Pokémon. After all, there had been that one incident with him having pulled a Ninetales' tail... Regardless, Sigur was nothing but happy about the decision, he didn't particularly care about running around the world and crawling in mud to find new animals to make fight for him anyway.

The biggest change probably happened when Sigur was fourteen and his family moved to Hoenn. His mother had got a big promotion and that meant moving to a big city in the middle of rich lifestyle, cocktail parties and impeccable discipline - all things Sigur couldn’t have cared for less. His parents tried to groom him into a fine young man they could introduce to their co-workers at parties, but it soon became apparent that was a plan meant to fail. He never learned etiquette or manners for the simple reason that he didn’t want to. All that disgusted him. He rebelled. Caused trouble. Was an ass.

In the end, his parents figured his temper and attitude problem must’ve stemmed from the fact that he didn’t get to train Pokémon as a kid. Sigur swore that had nothing to do with anything, but his parents were adamant and ended up signing him up for a trainer program before he could help it. Not that he minded in the end - he figured he’d rather walk around the region twice than attend another cocktail party in a dress shirt. So, with that, he was shipped off to the far-off Saro region to try his luck.

Favorite Pokemon Type: None, really, but if he had to choose, his Pokémon should at least look cool. He can use them as trophies that way or shit.

Other: N/A

Oh and blue and red are pretty cool.

Another School of Mutual Killing!? - OOC

DANGANRONPA. Unf.

Ahem.

I finished the first game and am going to go through the second one when I get back to my PSP. Definitely interested. Just need to check... there won't be any spoilers for SDR2, right? I'm guessing not, since it's an AU and seems to take after the first game's plot, not the second's, but just in case.

That is, if there's still space to join in the first place?