Lord Frostecs

Pokemon: Prime

--6 months before start of journey...--
10- OPEN #1,4,0,"D:Steven_Memory622017DAT"
20- OPENING "D:Steven_Memory622017DAT"... Please wait...
It was the early morning, and our young scientist and soon-to-be trainer is sleeping. It is his birthday, and he is sound asleep, slowly starting to wake up from the sunlight signalling the day to come. His homemade vintage alarm clock goes off at 7:00, making a strange extremely loud pulsing beep that is heard throughout the neighborhood. He jolts out of bed, both from anticipation and the startling fear from his very loud alarm clock, as he bangs his head off the ceiling after jumping out of bed. He presses a button on the top gently, which causes the ear piercing sound to shut off, with a soft -click- and a whirring of mechanisms. "Oh bloody 'ell, why did I make my bloody clock so loud! My ears are bleeding! But no matter, for it is the day I have been waiting for all year! Today is the day I get my first Pokemon and begin my journey! For honor!" He says brightly, giving mild profanity in his typical proper English accent after banging his head, brimming with excitement as his birthday is today. He quickly but carefully fixes his bed and tidies his room before bolting downstairs into the kitchen, where a sphere shaped object lies in the center of the table, with his father sitting at the one side with a mug of tea and a few English muffins. "Well, good morning Birthday Boy! Glad to see you up so early, that alarm clock of yours scared the Christ out of me." He says, giving a bit of a chuckle. "Go get something to eat and we can proceed with your birthday" he continues, taking a sip of his tea as Steven goes to make his breakfast. "Of course Father! Glad to see you're 'ome to celebrate my birthday! I am rather sorry my alarm clock startled you, I guess I made a mistake with the speaker." He says, giving a slight smile as he makes his breakfast, and a cup of tea.
--10 minutes later, after breakfast.--
Steven sits down in the living room, waiting for his father, freshly dressed in a classy looking brown suit with a golden bowtie. Soon enough, his father appears in the doorway, dressed in a typical lab-coat with a slight futuristic design, holding a silver Pokeball decorated with futuristic looking glowing blue symbols and a neon green ring where the two halves are connected. He is beaming, and puts it on his son's lap. Steven looks very exited, and smiles broadly. "Oh, thank you so much! This is what I have always dreamed of, my own pokemon! This is absolutely lovely, nothing could get better!" He says, opening the Pokeball and looking at the young Vulpix. Oh, how he thought nothing could go wrong little did he know, a few days later he would encounter an event that would change him, forever...
{Flashback to the accident.} --5 months, 3 weeks, 5 days before start of journey.--
A television starts up, starting with crackling, but turning into a news channel, with the island's most popular news station tuning on. A young woman stands outside what seems to be the wreckage of an aircraft, which is burning with bright fire as what appears to be fuel leaks from the side, which burns with strange green flames. A young man, very injured, with an equally injured Vulpix lying next to him, are taken out of the wreckage by stretcher. The woman begins to speak.
"It was a cacophony of pain and flames... He was exploring another place, outside of his hometown, when a horrible accident happened... The son of the professor of a relatively large city witnessed an evil team bent on world domination have a failure with one of their aircraft... The simple act of an engineer forgetting to tighten a bolt on the frame caused the frame to break when it was airborne... It crashed to the ground, the crumpled frame along with many innocent creatures crashed into poor Steven... He was crippled, and for around 18 months, he will be unable to function properly, unless he has a very complicated and expensive operation done on his body to save him... This has been totally generic news broadcasting, signing out."

Pokemon: Prime

Oh, excellent! So my characters father would be a professor, that could come as an interesting conversational topic! And I am sorry the deviant-art link isn't working, that is pretty weird. And he waited 5 months to start his journey because he was preparing all his stuff, and had a little accident involving a broken leg and recovering, long story. And I understand, I will give a moderately sized post detailing his history and start of his journey! And thank you for the time skips, I am sure they will come in handy, and although the whole time skip may confuse me, I am sure I will get into the hang of this! Thank you!

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Ahh, I see. So the reorganization is causing a hiatus. Thank you, I understand, and I know what I need to know. Thanks!

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The lovable and strange Lalnanian Riagler, whom is a lover, not a fighter.

"War... The destruction of countless lives, economies, and planets... So unnecessarily cruel, yet so common in Yaglecostian society...
Is it really so hard to get along and live in peace among the alliance?"

Name:

"My name... My name is DUNC-59-SCI6, Experiment #45-B, but you can call me Duncan, for the sake of simplicity."

Title:

"My title is technically Riagler where I come from, which is pretty much meaning a very high class general in standard terms."

Influence: 3, however in another place, another time, another universe, he may be ramped up to 5, but that is there, not here.

Group(s):

"I am not part of any groups, however, far, far away, in my home universe, I am part of the Yaglecostian alliance, as is most members of many species of rightful intelligence..."

Description: Duncan is basically an alien which seems to be a horrible mutation of Fox, Snake and Human, with a bit of alienness to him. He is a freelance mercenary/hired worker, working legally by day bound to a contract to do things such as mild contruction, weaponsmithing, weapon testing, research, or scientific work, and by night working as a mercenary to eliminate anybody who he is hired to do so, as long as they have no ties to him or is anyone important.

Height:

"That isn't the best question to ask me, but I am around one hundred and fifty earth centimeters."

Weight:

"That is quite rude to ask a self conscious Lalnanian... But for your information, I am around 50 kilograms, quite lightweight for my age."

Age:

"My age is not one that can be measured by standard earth years, for I have been alive since the dawn of human civilization.
I am around twelve thousand years old."

Race/Species:

"I am a Lalnanian, subspecies sneakxof."

Appearance: Duncan is basically an alien which seems to be a horrible mutation of Fox, Snake and Human, with a bit of alienness to him. He is mostly covered in orange and grey fur, with his underbelly covered in overlapping black, purple, and reddish orange scales, in a mesmerizing pattern. He has a head that is mostly covered in fur, with two fox-like ears and mostly human features. He has a visor on, with a helmet covering the back portion of his head, that he wears along with white Armour, with green and black decoration bits, similar to a combination of a tron(tm) suit and an ironman MK15 Armour, that turns into a chest-plate through robotics when the Armour is not in use. He has a retro-futuristic outfit, consisting of a military esc full body suit and a scouter, as well as metal boots with non-functional jump assist to give a sort of 'double jump', but now only gives a weak blue glow on the bottom.
Personality: Duncan is a very kind creature, and his kindness can get in the way of himself, considering he rarely will fight, preferring peaceful ways to solve an issue. Also, he is very intelligent and innovative, using brains over brawn and coming up with unique and smart ideas to solve problems. Also, he is a little cold and uncaring when someone he doesn't know treats him badly, but will quickly become a warm, caring creature. Also, he has a dark side, when he is payed to kill, will put aside all care and kindheartedness, to be able to get enough cash to live.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:

( influence 2 ) Weak stun blast -- Shoots a blast of weak energy from the hands that stuns weak opponents and causes mild dizzyness and loss of balance to stronger ones.

( influence 3) Enhanced speed combat training. -- Duncan is a mobile fighter, using his speed, if he is in a fight, to run off and attack at a distance while moving, to make it hard to hit him with traditional weaponry when in a group. He has very good training in speed combat, which gives him a slight advantage in fighting styles that require speed and quick thinking.

Items: Weak cosmetic suit of robotic 'zero armour', a decent plasmatech modified G57 Burstwave Plasma pocket rifle, and a APVSF-ENV/ORG MK-5 scanner to scan surrounding terrain and lifeforms.

( influence 2 ) PlasmaTech modified G57 Burstwave Plasma pocket rifle -- This is a pocket rifle useful in combat as it is quick and easy to reload, takes standard weapon energy cells, and is a 4-blast per second rate of fire weapon, good for firing on the move. It has low damage but high rate of fire blasts that cause mild plasma burns that steadily get worse depending on how many shots are hit in the same area. Also, when the ammunition cell is damaged, it can be used as a weapon, detonating upon hard contact and acting as a weak plasma grenade.

( influence 3 ) Small personal bomber class 4 man spacecraft -- Duncan has a small modified Lalnanian bomber vessel, which has small weapon fire to easily hold its own against a few smaller or one or two equally size vessels. It has high and low speed, the high speed meant for escaping fighter vessels with a speed slightly lower than standard class fighter vessels of larger size and the low speed meant for bombing other ships, stations, or planet based settlements. However, several weapons including 2 out of 3 bomb bays, 2 out of 4 plasma lancers, and 1 out of 2 weak missiles are too damaged to safely function without issue, making this ship more of a safe transport rather than what it's original function was.

Background: (I do not want to spoil his background, I hope it is allowed that I share his background through roleplay, to get people to interact with him and learn more about him, as do their characters.)

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Is this a dead roleplay, or am I able to join? My OC would be the perfect person to see in a bar, considering he works as a night mercenary/workman taking on any sort of contract to get money, either it involve contract killing or contract labor. If I can revive this, that will be great!

Pokemon: Prime

Oh, sounds interesting. I am not really a big fan of anime, but if I has over 800 episodes, I might try to find some episodes on-line. Is it something good to watch when you're bored and have nothing much to do on your break time?

The Technology Planet - Frixion Prime - Open

Suddenly, out of nowhere, and with a trail of sparks and a sonic explosion, a small, very alien looking (and unknown to this universe) vessel speeds into the planets atmosphere and into view above the city, flying by the spaceport, looking very damaged and recently in combat with another ship. Soon, following chase after the damaged alien vessel, comes two other human fighters, piloted by Unknown pilots, rebels and lawbreakers, which continually fire blasts of laser fire and the occasional torpedo at the Lalnanian ship. If one were to be using a communication device would pick up a creature yelling an unknown language and sounding in danger, with a human sounding creature yelling back in English something about the space port and using missles. A torpedo hits the right engine on the bomber, and sends flames and plasma to leak from the body. Soon, a very complicated manuver through the city causes the followers to crash into the streets, exploding into shards of metal and assorted fighter reckage. After the enemy fighters are dealt with, the heavily damaged Unknown spacecraft flies to the spaceport, docking in an empty bay and then shutting down shortly after docking, the damage finally taking its toll as the power systems shut down...

After docking, a strange fusion of fox, human, and snake steps out of the hatch, coughing on the smoke and odd gases that pour from the interior. He is illuminated from the back by flashing red and orange lights, which light up the one side of the damaged white, black, and green hull... He is armed, with an odd chestplate overtop of a equally odd zero suit. His suit is stained with blood, as is his chestplate and the plasma rifle attached to his hip. He coughs, and heads for the administration office, to talk about getting his ship repaired... Pinkish orange blood trails from his body, as he is very injured, even having a small bit of his skull missing, and his furry face and scaly neck are matted with a bit of strange pinkish blood as well as normal human blood, and a strange, oily green liquid...

The Technology Planet - Frixion Prime - Open

A kind and weird Lalnanian from another universe, with a tiny bomber and a big heart.

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/170326-riagler-duncan-the-lalnanian-refugee/ooc]

Pokemon: Prime

Oh, wine is great! I am sorry for your ear infection, I hope it gets better. And what is one piece, I have never heard of it.

Pokemon: Prime

Hmm, I see. Alright, I guess I will wait, and crack open a bottle of vodka since I have a day off work since the factory shut down temporarily due to an idiot and a power saw, and an electrical incident. So, on my day off, I hope he will be back.