King Cosmos

Pokemon Chrome: The International League

Henrietta Durand

Henrietta Durand

Name: Henrietta Durand

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Nationality: Kalos

Personality: Above all else Henrietta is someone who always seems to display a level of quiet confidence. There is self-assuredness to the way she moves and the way she conducts herself which is displayed in the straightness of her posture, the tilt of her chin and the little knowing smile she often wears; she has a certain poise to her that is hard to describe until you see it for yourself. She has a composure that rarely breaks; Henrietta is good at only letting her face show what she wants it to show, putting on a stoic demeanour that hides her true feelings which can make it hard to tell what she’s feeling or thinking at a given moment.

Henrietta is driven by an aggressive determination which pushes her to move forward no matter who or what is in her way, something which is apparent both in the way she battles and the way she interacts with others. She has a forceful personality and isn’t easily swayed by others; once she has set her mind to something there is little that can divert her unless she makes that decision herself and she has a bad habit of ignoring the concerns or needs of others.

Biography: A Kalos native, Henrietta was born and raised in the city of Cyllage where her mother worked in the city’s boutique while her father was a trainer at the Pokémon Gym. She inherited traits from both of her parents; her poise and bearing came from her mothers, her love of Pokémon and battling came from her father and her confidence and determination came from them both equally.

Henrietta was always around Pokémon from a young age due to her father’s work and also because her mother also raised Pokémon of her own. She always wanted to become a trainer someday, a fact that she didn’t keep secret from anyone, and it was always a question of when, not if, she would begin her journey. Her parents were supportive of the idea, but they always expected her to travel the Kalos region for a few years before becoming a gym trainer like her father or even a gym leader someday; when it became apparent that Henrietta wanted to travel the world, see every region and not just Kalos, they were less supportive.

After much arguing and persuasion a deal was eventually struck where Henrietta would be allowed to travel if and only if she could prove herself a capable trainer; one who would be able to manage travelling by herself where he parents wouldn’t be able to easily bail her out of difficulties. Her parents gave her an egg at the age of fourteen and tasked her with hatching, raising and training the Pokémon by herself. The egg soon hatched into a Mudbray and Henrietta began raising and training the Pokémon to prove herself to her parents.

She soon caught another Pokémon and once she was satisfied that they were both strong enough she began battling as many of the local trainers as she could and defeating them. She seemed to be a natural at battling and although her parents tried to delay as much as possible they couldn’t deny that Henrietta had met their conditioned. They eventually relented and gave her their support to begin her travels, even gifting her another Pokémon egg to help her build up her team.

The first step on her journey would be the Chromis region. Her goal; the International League.

Trainer Bonus: Ground Trainer - You specialize in a certain typing. Having this bonus makes it easier to catch Pokemon of that type, as well as train Pokemon of that type.

Items:
5 Potions
5 Pokeballs
1 Revive

Pokemon Team

Name: Atlas
Species: Mudbray
Gender: Male
Ability: Stamina
Battle Experience: 3
Moves:
Mud Slap
Rock Smash
Iron Defense
Extra Notes: Henrietta‘s first Pokémon, given to her as an egg at a young age and raised with extra care and attention. Loyal and stubborn


Name: Fiona
Species: Trapinch
Gender: Female
Ability: Arena Trap
Battle Experience: 3
Moves:
Sand Attack
Astonish
Laser Focus
Extra Notes: Likes to burrow herself into the dirt to get comfortable and take naps.


Name: Gregor
Species: Gligar
Gender: Male
Ability: Sand Veil
Battle Experience: 1
Moves:
Sand Attack
Poison Sting
Cross Poison
Extra Notes: Recently hatched from an egg, he is Henrietta’s youngest and newest Pokémon. Mischievous; likes to steal food from his trainer or from others.

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

Ji-Ho Kwan

Demon Lighter

Like Jackie, Ji-Ho was a new arrival in Death City; newly arrived and newly enrolled in the Demon-Weapon Meister Academy as a student. His acceptance came as a surprise to his parents, but not to himself; he always knew he would make it in, it was only a question of when and the answer to that question was now. All that was left was to find a partner or, more likely, convince everyone that he didn’t need a partner and then he would be on his way to becoming a Death Scythe.

He had gotten up bright and early that morning, eager and excited to start his first day on a high note, only to run into the same obstacle that every new student had to surmount before they could enter the school proper; stairs. The school towered over the rest of the city, perched atop a set of stairs that put some mountains to shame in that could only have been put there to be a test of their student’s determination and perseverance. Ji-Ho was trudging up those stairs now, sweating in the early morning Nevada sun as he pushed himself to make it to the top.

That he was having difficulty with the climb at all was something of an annoyance, especially when he could see several other students ahead of him making the same climb with no apparently difficulty at all. There was, however, at least one person struggling even more than he was.

There was a girl crawling up the steps of the school.

Ji-Ho stopped when he reached the girl, definitely not taking any opportunity for a quick rest as he watching the girl clawing at the next step up in an attempt at progress. “Hey, need a hand?”

@sassy1085

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

Ji-Ho Kwan; Demon Lighter

Ji-Ho Kwan

Name
Ji-Ho Kwan

Nickname/Alias
Just ‘Ji’ is fine

Age
16

Gender
Male

Race
Demon Weapon

Appearance
Fairly tall for his age and ethnicity Ji-Ho stands at an even 5’10”, but with a slim, lean build he weighs only 138lbs. His dark hair looks somewhat messy, but it’s a deliberate kind of messy; he actually spends a fair amount of time each morning trying to get his hair to looks just the way he likes. His skin is lightly tanned and he has a smattering of freckles on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

Ji-Ho’s wardrobe varies, but he usually wears loose jeans and comfortable trainers and his shirts are usually long sleeved and colourful. He always wears the same necklace every day, a simple cross-like design on a beaded string that was given to him by his grandfather.

Personality
Confidence is the key trait that shines through when dealing with Ji-Ho. He is a very self-assured individual, very certain of himself, and it shows in how he carries himself and how he interacts with others; he finds it easy to deal with new people, rarely being flustered or showing nervousness and possessing an easy grace that makes him somewhat charismatic. At the same time he can come across as cocky to some and he does definitely cross the line into being too confident in himself at times. He has great confidence in his abilities as a fighter for example and doesn’t want to partner with anyone who he feels would hold him back.

Ji-Ho is also somewhat vain; he cares about his looks a lot and likes to spend time making sure his appearance meets his own high standards. He can also be a little shallow, judging people by their appearance and by his first impression of them; however, it’s not their physical appearance that his judges, but rather the amount of effort they appear to have put into how they look. To Ji-Ho the amount of care one puts into their appearance is a good indicator for a lot of things. It is hard to make him change his mind from his first impression of someone.

Likes

- Winning
- Ice Cream
- Sunny days and hot weather

Dislikes

- Losing
- Bitter food
- Rainy days

Fears
Being Extinguished; it might sound strange, but Ji-Ho doesn’t actually know what would happen if his fire was put out while in his weapon form. He fears what being extinguished might do to him and shies away from anything that might do so.

Backstory
Although Ji-Ho comes from a fairly long lineage of Demon Weapons, he is the first person in his family to attend DWMA. Originally from South Korea his parents moved to America not long after they were married and settled down in Northern California, his mother giving birth to Ji-Ho a few years later; in was in this environment that Ji-Ho was raised, the only child of an immigrant family from Korea. He has never been to his parents’ home country, though they always made sure he knew and understood the culture they came from, and it remains one of his life goals to visit South Korea at some point.

When Ji-Ho first displayed the ability to turn into a Demon Weapon his parents explained everything to him; about Weapons and Meisters and Kishin and the people who fought them, about Lord Shinigami and Shibusen, also known as the Demon-Weapon Meister Academy or DWMA. They explained how even though their family had the potential to become weapons they had never joined Shibusen or partnered with a Meister because their Weapon forms were often impractical and not suited for battle; as a Demon Lighter Ji-Ho was not any different, but even so he was enamoured with the idea of fighting monsters and being a hero as any young boy would be. He wanted to join Shibusen and help fight the Kishin.

He began to train from that day forward, convincing his parents to enrol him in martial arts lessons and letting him train to fight. In all likelihood they only allowed him to do so because they thought he would never be accepted with his Weapon form being what it was, something which backfired when Ji-Ho was accepted to the school anyway. Ji-Ho himself was determined to get accepted, regardless of what Weapon form he had; if no one would want to partner with a Lighter then he would just fight by himself, he would become strong enough by himself and make do without a Meister.

Partner Name
Jackie Jett

Weapon Form
Demon Lighter

Weapon Form Description

An ornately decorated lighter with a skull motif; the front and back are covered in small skulls of varying sizes and colours which, taken as a whole, form a larger image of a white skull on a black background.

Miscellaneous Abilities/Skills

- Tae Kwon Do and Kick Boxing
- Isn’t a half bad cook, though he can only cook certain things
- Used to play football/soccer when he was younger. He’s still pretty good at it

Soul Resonance
N/A

Extra
Is able to speak Korean

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

My character sheet is now finished.

Our Beloved Dreams of Sinnoh | Pokemon

Tobias White

The commotion on the far side of the lobby was enough to catch Tobias’ attention, especially when someone called out asking about a Magnemite. With a sigh the trainer turned his head to see where his own Pokémon was, even though he already knew that he wouldn’t find it anywhere nearby; of course his inquisitive Pokémon would wander off and cause a scene, agitating another trainer and getting him into trouble. It was the kind of behaviour he had come to expect from the Electric-type.

Standing from his seat Tobias began to move towards the source of the voice, already preparing an apology for whoever it was. There was no point trying to deny it, it was his own fault for letting the Magnemite out in a crowded room and the not keeping an eye on it; he knew what kind of incidents it could cause but he had foolishly thought that it wouldn’t be able to cause too much trouble without him noticing. Clearly he still had a lot of improvements to make as a trainer of he couldn’t even keep a handle on the one Pokémon he had. Battles at least were something he could figure out, but it would seem that he had underestimated the difficulty of everything that lay in between; raising Pokémon, managing troublesome behaviours and balancing interpersonal relationships once he started to build a full team would all prove challenging. He was beginning to truly respect those trainers who did this for a living.

He found his Magnemite at the centre of a growing crowd of people with a bat-like Pokémon perched on its head; beside the strange sight was an irritated looking young man around the same age as himself. Tobias stopped in front of the other trainer, looking down at the shorter teen due to the significant height difference between the two, and spent a second or two taking in his features and his expression before speaking. “Sorry, it’s mine. It has a habit of wandering off.” He turned to regard his Pokémon and its new friend, the Electric-type seemingly unconcerned with the Noibat perched on its head and instead trying to orient itself so that it could look straight up without dislodging his passenger. “I’ll return it to its Pokeball as soon your Pokémon moves.”

@Ambra@KiwiHalcyon@Psyker Landshark

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

@Habibi359 said he was going to wait for me and Th3King0fChaos to post before going again, but I think it's only Marcus and Joseph in the clinic scene; there aren't any other false Palebloods in the character list.

It should be Marcus's turn next.

Pokemon Chrome: The International League [Interest]

I'll post a character this weekend, if the OOC isn't already up by then. I'm thinking of taking the <Type> Trainer bonus and making a Ghost-type specialist.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Joseph walked down dark, deserted streets. The only illumination came from above, where a full moon almost too large to be natural hung in the sky, and occasionally from below, where small and fitful lanterns stood outside the doors or below the windows of houses. The only sounds were that of his own breathing and footsteps, both too loud for his liking, and the infrequent howling of beasts in the distance.

He had ignored his brother’s advice, throwing open the door to their home and following him into the night instead of barricading it and lighting their meagre supply of incense; it was foolish, he knew it was, but then so was his brother leaving in the first place and at least if they were together they could protect each other. Except it had taken him too long to come to that decision. It had been maybe only a minute or more before Joseph had decided to follow but that was long enough for his brother to disappear into the maze of Yharnam’s streets and now they were both lost, stuck outside on the night of the hunt with no one to protect them. In his hand he held a knife, something grabbed from the kitchen just before he left, but against the terrors that were out in force tonight it would be less than worthless; rather than try to fight it would be better to slit his own throat before the beasts reached him.

A thick fog had descended around Joseph at some point and he found his vision limited to only a few feet in any direction, the mist deep enough that he could barely see the buildings on either side of him. With the fog came a damp cold that seeped through his clothing and into his skin and chilled him to the bone, making him want to shiver and chatter his teeth. He pushed forward, moving more quickly now with a renewed sense of urgency, and the sound of his footfalls seemed muted and further away somehow; a small part of his brain made him aware of the fact that he hadn’t heard a howl in a while and rather than finding that reassuring he felt afraid, like the beasts had gone quiet because they had found new prey and were on the hunt.

Another sound reached him and Joseph froze in place, not daring to move a muscle and even holding his breath as he listened carefully to the noise. It was rhythmic; a single sound repeating at regular intervals, like something was being struck repeatedly in a slow pattern. It was violent and visceral; whatever it was that was being struck was being struck forcefully and with destructive intent. It brought to mind images of someone being beaten as it had the same dull note to it like whatever was being hit was soft and absorbed the impact.

Joseph took a single step towards the sound and the fog parted before him, as if in response to his movement, forming a clear tunnel between him and the source of the noise. It was a person, kneeling down and hunched over something on the ground; in their hand they held something, a club or a length of wood, and as Joseph watched the figure raised the object above their head slowly before bringing it down with force, producing the dull thudding noise that he had been hearing. They repeated this action repetitively, ceaselessly, as Joseph stood and watched.

Another step brought him closer, followed by another, until he was close enough to see what was on the ground. What he had first thought was a sack of some kind revealed itself to be a person, a body, a corpse, beaten bloody and then beaten some more until it hardly resembled a person at all. And yet Joseph had no difficulty recognising who it was; the clothing was familiar and the face, what was left of, even more so. His father’s lifeless eyes stared back at him, jostling every time the body was struck but always stopping to meet his again, as it pleading for help. While the person beating him…

“Jonathan?”

Joseph’s brother stopped, halting mid swing, before slowly standing and turning to face him. Upon seeing his face Joseph wanted to turn and run but found himself unable to, fear rooting him to the spot as his legs locked and his knees began to shake. The thing that looked like his brother stared at him with eyes like a wild animal, heavy breaths fogging in the cold night air as his hand squeezed the bloody length of wood tightly.

As the thing suddenly charged him Joseph was only able to let out a single strangled scream before it was on him.

****

Joseph awoke with a cry, shooting upright in his cot as his heart beat rapidly and he fought to control his breathing. The nightmare lingered in his mid, still able to picture the dark, foggy streets and the beast wearing his brother’s skin charging towards him. It took him a moment to realise where he was, or rather where he wasn’t. Rather than his own bed he was sat on a cot of some kind and rather than awaking in his own room he had awoken in some kind of clinic, surrounded by dozens of other cots and the sounds of anguish, misery and death.

And Messengers; a few of the little creatures hung off of the edge of Joseph’s bed, their deformed faces staring at him as they reached out to him with thin fingers. Joseph pulled back from them, shying away from their touch, but couldn’t muster the energy to be truly scared of the strange beings. They weren’t as scary as what he had just awoken from after all. “What… what’s going on?”

Our Beloved Dreams of Sinnoh | Pokemon

Tobi Magnemite

As Tobias turned his attention back to the television the Magnemite took the opportunity to look around the lobby unhindered, drifting further and further away from its trainer as it let its curiosity carry it around the room. Its singular, cycloptic eye swivelled endlessly from one intriguing sight to the next, occasionally focusing in on something particularly interesting, before moving on; a bored looking trainer accompanied by a sword-like Pokémon it had never seen before, another trainer watching the television with a small blue canine next to her, a colourful girl with red hair and yellow eyes…

The Electric-type continued on in this way, hovering above the heads of trainers and Pokémon alike, until it reached a young man with a small Pokémon held in his lap; the scene caught the magnet Pokémon’s attention and it began to drift in that direction for a closer look. The man was wearing a yellow jacket and had sandy blonde hair while the Pokémon resting on his legs was shades of purple and black and had large ears; like the sword-Pokémon from before, it too was something Magnemite has never seen before.

The bat-like creature was eating something, a berry by the looks of it, and Magnemite flew even closer to get a better look and see what kind of berry it was. By now it was hovering direct behind the pair, staring over Arthur’s shoulder unblinkingly and its body close enough that the trainer might be able to feel the presence behind him. Even if he didn’t, he certain could feel it when the hard metal body bumped into the back of his head.

@Ambra

Pokemon Chrome: The International League [Interest]

I'm interested in joining.