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Finally recovering after being very sick this weekend. Thanks Odin.
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Sully told her that Viridan Forest used to be a solid place to catch bug types, but now, grass types and even water types were present in the area. These were marvelous news, Ivy giving a smirk when he mentioned making new friends, her hand reaching over the pokeball with Cyndaquil as her index finger tapped gently against the surface of the object. "Of course! I mean, I know trainers usually stick with six but I want to make as many friends as possible, you know?" Her smirk shifted into a wide smile before she began stepping forwards, heading towards the exit door.

Sully challenged her to a race as he went ahead and opened the door. The bright light invaded the room, Ivy stepping outside with a hand raised over her eyes, blinking a few times until her eyes adapted to the sun. She'd look from side to side, scanning the new area with widen eyes, it was enormous - she had probably seen a small portion of this place when her father was driving her here. Wow, it looks like this is endless field. She thought to herself, slowly turning to look at Sully, both of her arms moving to the side as she shrugged.

"Um. I will deny your challenge for now." Ivy giggled a little before she continued. "But I'd love to know if you know how to get in the bus station from here - I... I'm not really that good with directions, you know. Maybe I should buy a map if I have the chance..."






"I cannot wait to see them a..." The boy was interrupted by a loud and monotone voice that came from the television in the room. Ivy immediately turned to face towards it, her hands moving behind her, clasping together behind her back, finger curling around each other. Soon, Professor Arianna Oak began to speak - first congratulating them for winning the Ol lottery, then giving them a few hints of what they could expect in the near future. She also mentioned a task that were requested of them before they could move onwards freely, at this moment, Ivy already reached for her pokรฉdex a few seconds before it pinged with a new message. She looked down at it, biting on her lower lip while thinking about this new task and potential adventure.

The task directed them toward Mt. Moon, near Pewter City. Ivy raised her hand and placed it atop her mouth as she read the next bit, murmuring a soft "That's terrible." and then continued scrolling the message down to finish it. She'd place her pokedex away once again, turning to face towards Sully who seemed slightly doubtful about the whole ordeal. She'd look to Cyndaquil, then to Piplup, tapping a gentle finger against her chin apparently considering the whole thing in her own mind. It took a brief while for her to speak and reply.

"Look, we should do it..." Ivy began, squatting down and picking up Cyndaquil, she gave the pokรฉmon a few pets in the head before whispering softly to him. The pokรฉmon nodded and then she took the pokรฉmon's pokรฉball from her waist and opened it, the creature being absorbed by a flash of red light inside the small compartment. "But we should train before. I mean, if these gold diggers have been using explosives there, they will certainly fight us back, right? And as far as I know, Mt. Moon hosts a fair share of rock and ground types. Your Piplup will do good there, but my Cyndaquil... You get what I mean, right?"

Ivy paced around, moving from one side to the other for a few seconds. She'd finally stop and look directly at Sully, smiling warmly. "Well, maybe we could head north towards Viridian Forest and catch pokรฉmon there! What do you think?"


The boy shook violently and fell onto his face, which made Ivy giggle a bit, her left hand covering her mouth whereas the Cyndaquil just kept slamming his tiny paws against the ground while laughing loudly - only stopping after Ivy gave him a glare. The boy seemed embarrassed, lowering his head and rubbing the back of his neck - Ivy had assumed that the boy could've taken a long trip here, as not all chosen trainers lived nearby just like Ivy herself. That, or he had eaten too much and just needed a rest. Whatever reason, there was no need to be embarrassed at all. The girl looked over at the Piplup then, smiling warmly at the penguin-like pokรฉmon.

"He's so cute! I'm Viviene Nexan but people just call me Ivy." She'd take a few steps closer and extend her hand towards the boy and if he did take it, she'd give his hand a firm shake with a gentle squeeze before retreating her hand to her side. Ivy crouched down and gestured to the Piplup, waving her right a few times in his direction. "Hello there, Piplup! This is Cyndaquil." As she introduced her own pokemon, the fire-type walked closer to the Piplup, sniffing him before standing on it's hind legs and moving his own tiny arm closer the water-type, eagerly waiting for a handshake. Ivy looked up at the boy, smiling a bit as she added; "A few years ago, these pokemon were extremely rare in Kanto, you know? I'm so glad to have my own Cyndaquil!"


The Nexan family gathered to watch the Ol Trainer Program's draw. Twenty names, just like every year, would be randomly chosen to receive an immense early help in their pokรฉmon trainer journey. Vivienne's name was in it as well and the girl couldn't hide her anxiety, rocking back and forth in the couch with her eyes latched on the TV screen. The current head of the Oak Institute, name Arianna Oak, finally finished her speech and the draw began. The screen flicked, with thousands of names rotating over at the screen until it stopped, selecting the first lucky individual: Gregory Handscombe.

Ivy bit onto her lower lip, clasping her hands together in front of her face, resting her chin against her hands. If she was elected this year, she would find another way to venture into the world - she meant it. She just knew it was the right thing to do; she was about to finish her studies, she needed to find a job - but what else could she do with the same excellency as exploring the world and learning more about it? She constantly thought about the choices of professions to specialize in... And the one of a pokรฉmon trainer was the most exciting, adventurous one. Perhaps she could use one of her mother's grass types to catch her first pokรฉmon and carry on her dream?

Damn, why... are you even thinking so negatively, Ivy? The draw isn't done yet. The girl scoffed herself in her own thoughts - only to be shaken out of it as apparently another name was called: Mark Longfield. Sixteen names had already been called, so her hopes being extremely low were comprehensible, at least. There were thousands of people in the waiting list and Ivy had only been there for... a few months, ever since she had turned eighteen. The next name was Hanna Carey and her mother jumped a little on the couch, blinking.

"Hanna Carey? That's Mrs. Carey daughter!" The woman commented, a hand running through her dirty blonde hair. Just as she turned to her husband to comment about the one trainer they knew, the next name was called. Ivy's hands trembled, her heart skipped a beat and she felt as if she was just about to have a heart attack. Her mouth went dry, her eye widened and her expression completely blankly with disbelief: Had she heard right? Was that really her photo on the TV screen? Her fingertips spread themselves around her mouth as it hanged agape, her pale skin even paler.

Her father, who took a day off just to watch the draw with his family today, stood up and placed both hands at either side of his bald head, his mouth in an oval shape as he struggled with his own desire to scream in excitement. Instead, he turned and extended both arms, wrapping either arm around his wife and his daughter, his eyes filling with tears - there was no denying it, he was happy that his daughter would have a very valuable attempt at following her dream. His name was Robert Jr. Nexan and honestly, the burly man always wanted to become a breeder but never had the opportunity to. He grew following his late father's footsteps and became a mechanic, spending his days fixing cars and trucks, being covered in oil head to toe and occasionally arguing with his boss who always wanted him to work miracles without the right parts.

The mother, meanwhile, was already crying wildly; she was always sensitive and this was particularly a strong reason to. As mentioned before, thousands of youngling were currently in the draw for the Ol Trainer Program and only twenty were chosen, to have your daughter's name in these twenty... The woman was sure that it was either destiny or a stronger force. She was particularly superstitious after all. Dalilah Fernandes Nexan was a woman that actually managed to live off the things she really enjoyed doing: Plants and helping others. As a botanist, she always had a strong knowledge regarding plants and herbs- and since she loved them a lot, the woman choose to set up a herbs shop, growing specific ones to help with illnesses and their treatments. With sections for both human and pokรฉmon, her shop became a frequent stop for trainers trying to recover their pokรฉmon - especially those inflicted with poison. Apparently carrying an antidote wasn't something.

Now, Ivy herself... She was slowly sinking back into reality. Her mind had wandered far, she was already imagining herself battling with the Elite, famous trainers around the world, collecting badges, discovering epic adventures, catching legendary pokรฉmon - though, she wasn't so silly to think all that would come with the blink of an eye. The Ol Trainer Program gave a helping hand to starters, to trainers that would only begin their adventure. She had a very long way to go, but this was it. On a few days from now, she would begin her journey.

That day, Ivy couldn't even sleep. She just kept overthinking things, her first steps, where she would go... what she would achieve. Being the first one up at the next morning, she received the letter from the Institute personally. She must've read the letter at least fifteen times to make sure she wasn't misreading or missing an important detail. At 23rd of this month, she would finally get her first pokรฉmon and start her own journey. She informed her family and they were quite supportive - even though they were worried at the same time, they wouldn't stand in the way of their daughter's dream.


Finally, the day where Ivy's journey would officially start. She woke up her father earlier than expected, being way too anxious to wait any further. The family had what could've been possibly the fastest breakfast ever before Robert drove them to Pallet Town, where the Institute was located. Ivy was dressed in a white tank top with, a black and green camo jacket, black cargo pants and a pair of dark brown boots. She had some accessories as well, such as headphones currently around her neck, fingerless brown gloves, her glasses and a loose dull yellow hat. The drive from their hometown to Pallet was actually short, but to Ivy, it seemed as if an eternity had passed.

They left her as close as possible. Both of her parents hugged her tight and said that she should be cautious and etcetera, before they left. Finally, the girl began walking towards the Institute. She was already feeling tremendously nervous and the sight of the amazingly huge structure only made the feeling worse. Her eyes widened behind the pair of glasses as she looked it from outside - words just couldn't describe the place. It was as if there was a city within a city. Dusting her chest and stomach with her hands and taking a deep breath, the girl entered the institute.

... Inside it seemed even bigger. A woman sat behind a desk - the receptionist, Ivy assumed. She tried to focus and move directly in front of the desk, where the woman greeted her warmly.

"Welcome to the Oak Institute, how may I help?" The girl nodded sharply, her hands already searching for one another, clasping together behind her back. "Ahh, hey there. I'm Vivienne Nexan, I was selected in the Ol Trainer Program..." Ivy informed the woman, who shortly after, replied back; "Right. Everything is in order with your registration. Now, you should head to the orientation room. If you head down the corridor to your right, follow the signs and they will take you to where you have to go."

Ivy flashed a smile and thanked her; "Thanks a lot. Take care!" And then she did as told. She felt so small within this place. It was large - way too large to be honest. Through the windows, she could see a room with many eggs - then, a room with a group of white-coats apparently studying or researching. Nearing the last corridor, she stopped still, briefly. The imagery was something that had either come out of a book or a child's mind: Beautiful, lush green forestry with a similarly dream-like river running across the place, so many pokรฉmon that Ivy's eyes just couldn't register them all. She smiled broadly, knowing that her journey from now on would be filled with places just like that.

Finally reaching her destination, she entered the orientation room, only to be greeted by a man who called her out by name: "Welcome to orientation Vivienne. I'm Professor Hackett." She assumed that all of her information was passed by the receptionist. Smart and quick - this place was a mixture of natural beauty and technology. Marvelous!

"Hey there Mrs. Hackett." Ivy greeted the man back, just as he beckoned her over, informing the eager trainer; "If you want to come over here were can get you set up and off to the waiting rooms." Ivy listened to the request and hastily made her way across the room, stopping at the opposite table the scientist waited at. The man reached into a box and pulled out what was clearly a Pokedex, handing over to her.

"As promised in our letter here is your very own Pokedex. In addition to being a log of what pokemon you encounter it has additional functionalities. It is a mobile telephone, GPS, diary, music player and has many other functions. I could list them all for you now but you'd never get started on your journey." Oddly enough, hearing that it had a music player made the girl smile warmly. Her old music player was already starting to malfunction and it was driving her mad in all honesty. Still, the pokedex had a lot of functionalities that seemed extremely useful for a starter trainer, she couldn't imagine a trainer getting anywhere without one. "Wow, it's just awesome!" The scientist smiled and continued on.

"Exactly. It has come pre-programmed to include the phone numbers of your emergency contacts and Professor Oak. In addition to this we have..." As the man spoke he pulled out a card from the other box, "...your OI Card. This will get you fed and transported anywhere in Kanto at no cost to yourself. In addition it can also be used to book you into hotels." She couldn't keep her eyebrows from arching in surprise. Fed, transport and even hotels - all free of charge because of this lovely card here? Ivy knew that hte institute offered a lot of help but this was beyond measure. Before she could say anything, the man held out a handful of pokedollars to her. A courtesy.

"Oh my... I don't even know what to say..." The eager trainer was flustered, this was just so much - she had to keep herself from crying and further embarrassing herself. Apparently she was just as soft as her mother. Finally, Professor Hackett stood up and apparently picked up something else.

After he turned back, Ivy could see perfectly that what he held was a pokeball. She felt her heart skip a beat and exhaled a brief sigh, her breathing clearly becoming less stable. The man chuckled and held it out to her.

"And finally, I'm willing to bet you've been waiting for this. Go ahead, open it." Without another word, Ivy stood and extended her arm, picking the pokeball up. She eyed it over, holding the item close to her face before clicking the middle button - an arc erupted from it, a red flash quickly materializing in the shape of a... Cyndaquil. The pokemon yawned before shouting - as most pokemon - it's own name. Ivy, at this point, cried as she leaned down on her knees and wrapped her arms around the puzzled pokemon. It quickly warmed up to her, though.

The professor cleared his throat at a buzzling sound coming from his desk. "Apologies but I must interrupt. Another trainer is waiting for me so... I bid you and Cyndaquil good luck on your journey - please, don't forget the pokeballs over there and then you can leave through that door, over there." Ivy nodded, quickly gaining her composure back. She gave the cyndaquil a pat in the head and beckoned him to follow her. "Come on, Cyndaquil. Let's go." The pokemon replied with a 'Quil!' and the pair began walking, with Ivy briefly stopping to pick the pokeballs with her name before leaving through the door. There was a small corridor which led to a small area with various doors, each with an electronic panel above them showing a different number. Without overthinking things, Ivy made her way to the third door - she didn't regret a single bit of her decision. The comfortable room had a large TV showing: 'PLEASE WAIT', a table filled with all kinds of treat and food and inviting seats. The Cyndaquil and it's trainer approached the table, looking at one another with wild smiles. Ivy ate only a handful, while Cyndaquil seemed a little more intent on eating. Finally, they slowly made their way over to the couch - only to find another trainer and a pokemon sleeping there. A boy and a piplup.

Ivy wasn't sure if she should wake them up or let them rest - Cyndaquil, on the other hand - didn't think twice before releasing a loud: "Cyndaaaquil!" Which made Ivy quickly pick the pokemon up and cover it's mouth. "Don't do that, Cyndaquil! We don't even know them!"


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๐‘ต๐’‚๐’Ž๐’†:
Vivienne "Ivy" Nexan

๐‘จ๐’ˆ๐’†:
Eighteen (18)

๐‘ท๐’†๐’“๐’”๐’๐’๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’•๐’š:
Vivienne - or rather, Ivy as she is more commonly referred as by her family and friends always had a knack for studying and learning about different things. She enjoyed throuhgly expanding her knowledge on different fields - especially pokรฉmon and pokรฉmon research. From the young age of six, her parents were really considering that their daughter could become a pokรฉmon research, with her own lab and all - but she made clear from the very beginning that what she was more interested in, was becoming a trainer. Studying however, always made Ivy question a lot about things and not in the usual know-how way. She really gave things thought, always considering a lot of what ifs for example; she, even when young, was contemplative and thoughtful. This never took her out of her focus, though, as she was always slowly moving towards her goal of becoming a trainer. Otherwise, she's a very relaxed person - easy to get along with. She enjoys making new friends and is very eager about everything new to her - adventure, people, pokemon. If it's new, she'll likely enjoy it throughly.

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  • ADVENTURE
    ๐™ธ๐šŸ๐šข ๐š’๐šœ ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šŠ๐š๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŽ. ๐š‚๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š—๐š“๐š˜๐šข๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š—๐šŽ๐š  ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š.
  • MUSIC
    ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šœ, ๐šœ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š›๐š‘๐šข๐š๐š‘๐š–๐š— ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š–๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐šŒ ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š’๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐š—๐šœ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š, ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ'๐š•๐š• ๐š๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ.
  • READING
    ๐™ฑ๐š˜๐š˜๐š”๐šœ, ๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐šœ๐š™๐šŠ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›, ๐š—๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ - ๐š—๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š’๐šœ, ๐š’๐š ๐š’๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š, ๐™ธ๐šŸ๐šข ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š‹๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šข ๐šŽ๐š—๐š“๐š˜๐šข ๐š’๐š.

โ–บ โ–บ ๐‘ซ๐’Š๐’”๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’†๐’”:
  • STRESS
    ๐™ฑ๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š•๐š˜๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š’๐š๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šž๐š•๐š ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ. ๐™ธ๐šŸ๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—'๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š“๐š˜๐šข ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š™๐šž๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐šœ๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—.
  • ARROGANCE
    ๐™ฒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š—๐šŽ, ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐š›๐š˜๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ...๐™ธ๐šŸ๐šข ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—'๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š•๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š›๐š›๐š˜๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š™๐šŽ๐š˜๐š™๐š•๐šŽ
  • LOSING
    ๐™ป๐šŽ๐š'๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š, ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—'๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š? ๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐šœ, ๐™ธ๐šŸ๐šข ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š™๐šž๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐š’๐š ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š - ๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š’๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š’๐š ๐š’๐š'๐šœ ๐š’๐š–๐š™๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š.


๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’„๐’Œ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’๐’–๐’๐’…:
Ivy's mother was a botanist - something that sparked her curiosity and interest in studying early on. She'd often read about herbs and plants and even help her mother when she could. Occasionally, their home was visited by young trainers with grass type pokรฉmon that had been hurt badly in battle, to help them heal which made Vivienne very interested in pokรฉmon as well - she spent more time inside reading and studying than outside playing with other kids of her age. Her father worked as a mechanic, fixing trucks and other vehicles, he could make enough money to give his family a relatively comfortable life and occasionally a kind trainer would leave gifts to Ivy's mother after she helped their pokรฉmon recover.

The family often made short trips to the nearby town to buy supplies and other necessities, since they lived in a very small town. Ivy's father always promised her that one day they would live in a house as large as the ones in there where they could have as many pokรฉmon as Ivy wanted - and she always answered that she only needed six to become a champion. In her thirteen birthday, her father got home from work with a Herdier. The pokรฉmon had been found next to the road - it seemed in bad shape, as if it had lost against a wild pokรฉmon or something like that. Ivy and her mother did the best they could to keep the pokรฉmon stable before they quickly took the trip to the town's pokรฉmon center.

As they arrived there, a boy was crying while sitting on the couch, his hat resting under his elbow pressing against his knee. He seemed extremely tense - lost in his own problems while Ivy and her family rushed through the pokรฉmon center with the Herdier in their arms. The boy saw the commotion and immediately walked over to them, exclaiming that the Herdier was his and he thought he had lost him forever. The boy told them his story: A group of wild spearows attacked him and everything was alright, he fought them back with his Herdier - then a Fearow attacked him and he tried to call his companion back to his pokรฉball, but the brave pokรฉmon kept dodging and trying to fight the Fearow back, only for the large bird pokรฉmon to grab the smaller normal type and take off with him, making the boy desperate. Ivy asked if he didn't search for him and the boy said he did for hours and that he came to the pokรฉmon center to ask for help - finally, he thanked Ivy and her family for finding and taking care of him, then gave Ivy a gift: A headphones and a simple music player.

Years passed since that and Ivy still keeps her headphone close and has ever since became quite addicted to music. She was far more resolute about becoming a trainer and taking off in a - hopefully - epic adventure. Her family wasn't entirely content with it, but they couldn't stop her at all - they knew how fierce and determined she could be once she had her mind set on something. It was then that she finally bid her family goodbye and set off on her own.

๐‘น๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’๐’ ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’‚๐’…๐’—๐’†๐’๐’•๐’–๐’“๐’†:
Ivy wants to discover more about the world and pokรฉmon in a practical way. She had enough theory.

๐‘ท๐’๐’Œ๐’†ฬ๐’Ž๐’๐’:
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Gender: Male
Attacks: Flamewheel | Smokescreen | Quick Attack | Ember

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Quick PS: This story will contain mature themes. Expect some heavy influence from; devil may cry, supernatural and my own twisted mind.





Demons. Foul, wretched creatures - twisted souls seeking vengeance, chaos and spread their unending hunger for agony and pain.

One day, the question rose to me: Where do they come from? Are they spawns of Satan himself? Simply chaotic creatures brought upon this world as a manifestation of his hatred towards humankind?

The discovery that demons were humans once hit me just like a powerful blow. See, a demon is a twisted human soul; something that was tortured and twisted in such gruesome way, that it changed completely.

We, humans, fought many wars. We laid waste to one another, we commited attrocities and we've sinned. In 1822, we went to war once again - but this time, against demons. We won.

Sealing the gates of Hell, thus stopping those hellspawns from coming back for good. The remaining were destroyed or scattered around, no longer posing any true threat to humankind.

But we knew it wouldn't end that easily... It was all written down in the prophecy of apocalypse. Even before the battle, the outcome was known: We would seal them, we would prevail, but they would come back. When the seven ancients wake from their slumber, the seals will be undone and humanity will perish.

Now, after hundreds of years, the first ancient has awaken. The prophecy speaks of a halfbreed: A nephilim, the only one with enough power to stop them. We can only hope...




So, this is the very basic concept of the plot laid out to anyone who takes an interest in this setting theme. This story will be very character-development centered: The nephilim will be played by my partner and he/she will discover what they are at the very beginning, my only 'requirement' of your character is that he/she had adoptive parents, as their real parents as you could have guessed are not humans.

From my partner, I only require willingness to contribute and collaborate! I will do most of the 'DMing', caving the path and the general direction of the story through my own character. Also, only 18+ - while this is meant to be a fun even 'hack 'n' slash' comparable story with lots of adventure, dangerous situations and etcetera, it will certainly contain very mature themes. Demons in this setting will be gruesome, cruel and will swear alot, especially the humanoid demons.

Romance is a possibility, but only if characters are male/female. I can play either gender, but remember: Your character is a nephilim, mine is a demon. If it happens, it must be tastefully done and not forced onto the story, nor will it be the center of the plot.

The roleplay will take place in PMs. I just feel it's easier for me to control and incase any truly mature scene comes up, we don't have to switch/fade to black. On the latter, by the way, I rarely have any limits, if at all. Just tell me if you have any, though, and I will make sure to respect them.

That's all for now. If you are interested and/or have any questions, make sure to PM me and I will try my best to answer it all.
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