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Pokémon Showdown! [Invite Only]

Lianne Silver

_______________________________________________ Anville Town | 17 | Femme Pokémon #1 - Quillie (Tranquil) | Female | Rivalry - Air Cutter - Feather Dance - Gust - Taunt Pokémon #2 - Zel (Buizel) | Male | Water Veil - Aqua Jet - Growl - Quick Attack - Swift Pokémon #3 - Little Red (Larvesta)| Male | Swarm - Flame Charge - Flame Wheel - Leech Life - String Shot

Character Synopsis Lianne Silver lived in Anville Town for most of her life. The sound of moving trains was constant as she sat looking out the window of her apartment bedroom wondering about adventure and what-could-be. Her father had ditched them when she was young, so it was just her and her mother. When she was twelve, Lianne’s mother happened upon a new job that would take them to Mistralton City. As such Lianne would say goodbye to her friends in the most Lianne way possible: swearing to compete with them in life. Her friends laughed and told her they’d see her when they were the best Pokemon trainers in all of Unova and see who came out on top then. Lianne smiled. She settled in and a year later she was accepted into the marquee Pokemon Academy where she competes to this day as a member of Team Swanna. Character Ties Kennedy Flats TBD Sirius Leverant TBD

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

Sorry, it's taking so long. Got sick and then had to focus on some of my other projects. Still here. Will get something up soon-ish.

Where It Always Rains

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April 7th, Year 1

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“Right.” Akari responded after taking a bite of her food. It seemed like the new girl’s pep and cheerful out-of-towner thing was for real. Seemed like the only reason she had moved to the worst possible town in Japan was because family lived in it; she couldn’t have been any more unlucky.

“All the rules?” Akari remarked, trying to see how the girl would react. “You don’t break any of them? Not even a little bit? How boring.”

Pokémon Showdown! [Invite Only]

I will decide an archetype (since I was forced to play in this) when everyone else has.

Where It Always Rains

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April 7th, Year 1

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“Hm?”

The dark-haired girl blinked as another student–the transfer new to town–approached her and asked if she wanted to have lunch together. It was that bubbly, friendly, super energetic personality that Akari found exhausting, though she simply shrugged. She wasn’t going to tell her to leave her alone or anything. It was just a seat. Even Akari needed to socialize now and again; couldn’t isolate herself completely. She wasn’t that anti-social. She played team sports, after all.

Then again, so did Ichika. She had introduced herself to class as someone who liked volleyball. Was she going to join the school team this year? How good was she? Could she handle the members in that club? If the subject came up she would be prepared. Shopping? Akari didn’t have much for Yen so what could they even talk about? How pretty a dress was? She was nearly dirt poor and her mother’s habit didn’t make anything easier for the family.

“Sakaguchi Akari.” She said, introducing herself with indifference. “Sit if you want to.”

She wasn’t too good at small talk anymore, but newcomers to the town were rare so even Akari was a little curious what brought her to Utsubyo.

“So what did you do? Must’ve messed up pretty bad to be sent here.”

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

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Eolnana took a seat in the common area as one of the other recruits greeted them by name. A fellow Valeforian if the young girl could take an educated guess.

As she reopened her book to continue her reading of the material, she sighed. Donothan’s assertion that he was excited and not nervous was curious. Cowardly and dishonest? Not very fitting of a knight, if the talks of this order from her brother were anything to go by. If he felt shame by being called out for being a coward or liar, then that was on him. The phrase “stand by your convictions and naught be ashamed” echoed in her mind from one of her tutors. It seemed applicable in this case.

“You’re… excited now?” She mused as she read the book, seeming deliberately disinterested by the whole affair. “I thought you said you were nervous? So are you excitedly nervous or nervously excited, then...”

It was a subtle barb, sure, but Eolnana had not yet begun to attack her roommate. He would see in time; unless he changed her mind about his behavior and words chosen.

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

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“Why would I be nervous?”

Nervous? Her? Eolnana’s brows narrowed although her expression remained the same as her roommate began going for the door. She stood up, keeping her book between her arm and her body as she contemplated what the person before her had just suggested. Being nervous meant people would find out she was pretending to be her brother and the scandal it’d inspire. Being nervous meant not having any confidence in her plan. Why would she be nervous? She wasn’t weak or scared or had even the slightest bit of doubt. Who was this person to suggest such a thing? How dare he?

She knew her presumptions of other recruits being patriarchal arrogant fools was correct, but this stammering idiot had the gall to call her nervous? Was he insinuating she had something to be nervous about? He just made an enemy for life! Were she actually her brother she would’ve cleared her throat and declared as such and challenged him to a duel for dishonoring them. Fortunately for him, Eolnana was much more kind and fair. Such fairness allowed her to bottle such insinuations to utilize them in more calculated and mature ways. She wasn't so childish and impulsive to lash out like her brother would, after all.

“Only a coward or someone with something to hide would be nervous.” She monotonically remarked, “And I am not one of those...”

She took a light breath as she walked forward. They needed to wait in the common room and start their day. The knightly lessons on magic intrigued her–she hoped they would be worth the hassle of her gambit.

Itiner: Heroes of Ardenfeld

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“Take any table you want. Not like I have any other customers.” The girl said with a nod before another came through the door not too long after.

She traced her memory for the people of Ardenfeld that looked like the bard before her, though the town was diverse the tabaxi population–those who sought liberty and freedom from other lands–were of few number. Several families had settled. She remembered briefly of a few boys around her age, but maybe she too had blocked out much from that period of her life. Her older brother wasn’t here to help refresh her mind, though it would be helpful since he had studied at a college of bards and sought to become an adventurer. His words and oath to send her coin to pay for father’s treatments echoed in her head, but she hadn’t seen coin or letterment yet.

Alas, she was certain her memory would come to her eventually.

“Wasn’t expecting so many people. Like I said, we don’t get much for customers these days.” She uttered as she took a clean cloth to the countertop as the two began to converse.

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

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Eolnana kept her eyes on her book as the boy stammered, introducing himself as… Dot? She had heard the nickname before, but never for a boy, but she had no reason to disbelieve Donathan at his word. It was strange, but she hadn’t read everything in the world, especially not of entomology; though that would change eventually.

“I am… Elon. Elon Anteskelia. I hail from Valefor, though you probably have figured that out.” She made sure to keep her androgynous monotone present in her voice as she nodded, closing the book and placing it on her lap in one swift motion. “It appears we will be… sharing this space. Good Morning.”

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

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Eolnana Anteskelia was not suited to the cramped, shutter-clamped sleeping quarters that she found herself in.

Her plan made sense in her head. To someone else it may have sounded absolutely and completely insane. “I’m going to pretend to be my sickly brother at a patriarchal institution of knights despite being a Valeforian merchant princess.” The ways the plan could backfire were too many to count and Eolnana’s knowledge of arithmetic and great mathematics was probably higher than most anyone else, especially her fellow recruits. They were probably all like her brother, a bunch of annoying, loud, overconfident men who thought they could muscle through anything and anyone.

Augh. The thought made her nauseous just thinking about it.

Admittedly, this was based on her perceptions of the culture of knights and well, her brother’s innate need to proclaim him the next great hero-knight every time he could gather her ears. Sure, the books she had read didn’t tell of knights acting like such things, but such scripts were always more concerned with what the knights actually did rather than worthless intangible concepts such as personality of recruits. Who would write a record about recruits? Who would care? Either way, her perception was still raw. When she had been led into her room it was essentially nightfall. The trip from Valefor had been arduous and her decision to pretend to be her brother was an impulsive, last moment device.

Fortunately, her brother already had the excuse of “I fell ill.” for Eolnana to rely on. Changing her appearance to match her brother’s visage so nobody questioned her obvious gambit wasn’t even particularly difficult. A few violent moments with a pair of scissors, foregoing cosmetics of any kind, and a few other things did the trick. She was already flat as the base of a broadsword and the same height as her brother so nothing looked particularly out of place. Like she believed it was the perfect plan. By the time her parents had figured out she was missing (and not attending to her brother) she would already be comfortably committing fraud. Exposing her would only make a mockery of House Anteskelia. They’d have to go along with it, especially with her brother’s sickness being particularly dire.

They were going to hate her for everything she had done. Putting the house’s respectability in question for her own selfish whims was a gateway to becoming a Anteskelian pariah. Ultimately, Eolnana didn’t care, or at least not enough to change her mind before she was already a recruit training to become a knight by the name of Elon.

The only concern Eolnana was trying to think about was her supposed “roommate” whom she had not spoken to due to the lateness of her arrival (and her overall disinterest in conversing with a patriarchal showboating asshole!) Introductions would be forced, contrived as they were, eventually. When she lifted the shutter and took the nearest seat she considered waiting to greet them as they woke. She didn’t sleep much due to her nerves, so she may as well see who exactly her fellow recruit was and make a proper introduction. It was the “knightly” thing to do, after all.

So she waited.

She figured she’d read one of her books she brought with her as she did.