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Also, new character! Par Rapids - accepted him through PM and offsite.
I'll be making a post soon! Sorry about holding things up, but I've been pretty busy lately,(will try not to be soon) so I got Ulstermann as co-gm to help move things along if they ever get slow.
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My attempt at a character; hope it's not too bad, haven't made a character sheet in ages!
Level
15
Ability
Iron Fist
Moveset
Tackle - Work Up - Karate Chop - Comet Punch
Nature
Adamant
Personality
Gale Feuille is stubborn, young, and impressionable; and she has a particularly problematic "rebellious" streak. Her father, Takeo Feuille, is a bold, jolly pokemon, once having been a brave explorer in the Medburn Exploration Guild, now lived a more tranquil life with his own shop on the rim of Medburn Town, and would often ramble on about his past adventures to Gale, spelunking deep in dark dungeons and mapping out areas with his old teammates. The daughter of the explorer, however, has a severe aversion to even the idea of being some stupidly valiant explorer dedicated to justice and all that junk. No, she'd much rather prefer a role on the less than virtuous side of things; taking the role of a scummy, villainous outlaw that the explorers would hunt down.
Gale Feuille tries to model most of her personality around some old, retired outlaws that she had a habit of listening to, recounting old tales of kidnapping, stealing, and attacking fresh explorers. While Gale attempts to be villainous, looking forward to eventually becoming a big and brutish Pangoro, her righteous morals and natural kindness often end up in her completely failing. She often tries to be rude, sassy, and mean to most pokemon she comes across, despite almost all of her natural instincts telling her to speak up and apologize for being so crass. The young pokemon had even once tried stealing something from her dad's restaurant, but an hour later came to him bawling her eyes out and sniveling, after which he treated her to the ice cream parlor.
History:
Gale Feuille was born into her father's shop; made to help tend the counters, resupply the food stock, and serve hungry customers, coming by with a small apron to hand a steaming bowl of soup to a new explorer. Her father would often recount his tales of adventuring upstairs, at the fire, explaining his once robust career, saving small pokemon unable to fend for themselves from big, monstrous brutes. As a young lass, the pokemon would often listen in awe, her jaw open and eyes wide as she listened to her father's old stories. The girl was desperate to grow old and become a brave adventurer, just like her dad. It sounded like an amazing prospect; saving small pokemon, helping those in need, adventuring - it was all she really wanted.
As Gale grew older, and her father's anecdotes began to repeat themselves, she began to doubt her father; once looking up to him as a intrepid, heroic dad, she began to try to see past his curtain of valiance. It seemed an adventurer's job was saving these "small, defenseless, weak" pokemon from the big bad villain. As if the pokemon couldn't care for themselves and they had to rely on the machismo explorer to save them. Was her dad really bravely mapping out areas with his teammates, defeating attacking pokemon, or swooping in to mark out an area and beat up it's locals. As years passed, she began to grow rancorous. It seemed her father wasn't really the old, lionhearted explorer she grew up with, but a washed up old coot.
The Pancham would begin to obtain a particular interest to the tales of the outlaws of old; recounting how they stole items, robbed pokemon, and even held them hostage at times. Their stories never seemed to repeat, and they never seemed to run out of material. Gale Feuille abandoned her silly idea of being a dorky adventurer and saving pokemon from the big baddies, and instead adopted the idea of being a cool, nefarious outlaw that stole items, robbed pokemon, and was generally greedy and sinister. Her outlaw career, however, would never really take off; being naturally goodhearted, most attempts at joining a gang having been laughed off, and was once even rescued by a team ( the mere thought! ) after getting tangled up with a nearby gang.
Gale Feuille currently resides in Medburn Town, having stopped tending to her father's shop ( she still lives with him, of course - where would she get food and a bedtime story? ) to begin trying to be a proper thief.
GALE FEUILLE
Level
15
Ability
Iron Fist
Moveset
Tackle - Work Up - Karate Chop - Comet Punch
Nature
Adamant
Personality
Gale Feuille is stubborn, young, and impressionable; and she has a particularly problematic "rebellious" streak. Her father, Takeo Feuille, is a bold, jolly pokemon, once having been a brave explorer in the Medburn Exploration Guild, now lived a more tranquil life with his own shop on the rim of Medburn Town, and would often ramble on about his past adventures to Gale, spelunking deep in dark dungeons and mapping out areas with his old teammates. The daughter of the explorer, however, has a severe aversion to even the idea of being some stupidly valiant explorer dedicated to justice and all that junk. No, she'd much rather prefer a role on the less than virtuous side of things; taking the role of a scummy, villainous outlaw that the explorers would hunt down.
Gale Feuille tries to model most of her personality around some old, retired outlaws that she had a habit of listening to, recounting old tales of kidnapping, stealing, and attacking fresh explorers. While Gale attempts to be villainous, looking forward to eventually becoming a big and brutish Pangoro, her righteous morals and natural kindness often end up in her completely failing. She often tries to be rude, sassy, and mean to most pokemon she comes across, despite almost all of her natural instincts telling her to speak up and apologize for being so crass. The young pokemon had even once tried stealing something from her dad's restaurant, but an hour later came to him bawling her eyes out and sniveling, after which he treated her to the ice cream parlor.
History:
Gale Feuille was born into her father's shop; made to help tend the counters, resupply the food stock, and serve hungry customers, coming by with a small apron to hand a steaming bowl of soup to a new explorer. Her father would often recount his tales of adventuring upstairs, at the fire, explaining his once robust career, saving small pokemon unable to fend for themselves from big, monstrous brutes. As a young lass, the pokemon would often listen in awe, her jaw open and eyes wide as she listened to her father's old stories. The girl was desperate to grow old and become a brave adventurer, just like her dad. It sounded like an amazing prospect; saving small pokemon, helping those in need, adventuring - it was all she really wanted.
As Gale grew older, and her father's anecdotes began to repeat themselves, she began to doubt her father; once looking up to him as a intrepid, heroic dad, she began to try to see past his curtain of valiance. It seemed an adventurer's job was saving these "small, defenseless, weak" pokemon from the big bad villain. As if the pokemon couldn't care for themselves and they had to rely on the machismo explorer to save them. Was her dad really bravely mapping out areas with his teammates, defeating attacking pokemon, or swooping in to mark out an area and beat up it's locals. As years passed, she began to grow rancorous. It seemed her father wasn't really the old, lionhearted explorer she grew up with, but a washed up old coot.
The Pancham would begin to obtain a particular interest to the tales of the outlaws of old; recounting how they stole items, robbed pokemon, and even held them hostage at times. Their stories never seemed to repeat, and they never seemed to run out of material. Gale Feuille abandoned her silly idea of being a dorky adventurer and saving pokemon from the big baddies, and instead adopted the idea of being a cool, nefarious outlaw that stole items, robbed pokemon, and was generally greedy and sinister. Her outlaw career, however, would never really take off; being naturally goodhearted, most attempts at joining a gang having been laughed off, and was once even rescued by a team ( the mere thought! ) after getting tangled up with a nearby gang.
Gale Feuille currently resides in Medburn Town, having stopped tending to her father's shop ( she still lives with him, of course - where would she get food and a bedtime story? ) to begin trying to be a proper thief.
@Tuxedo Fox
I mean, I'd imagine A-H would lead Boss to Carson and Cade, considering the distress call.
I mean, I'd imagine A-H would lead Boss to Carson and Cade, considering the distress call.
@Ulstermann
Some definitely have an aversion to humans, and may spear or shoot at them if they see them in the bog, but none of them actively seek out humans to slaughter. Yet.
Some definitely have an aversion to humans, and may spear or shoot at them if they see them in the bog, but none of them actively seek out humans to slaughter. Yet.
@Tuxedo Fox@Ulstermann
"Bien sûr they want my head on a pike." Captain Cade muttered, clutching his rifle to his chest. "The trading outpost would be invaluable under the control of the Revolution. Si je meurs, the trading outpost goes out with me."
Captain Cade quickly took a ceramic jar coated in fine engravings and paint off of the mantle of the fireplace. He'd carefully take off the lid, and dump the entire vase of black powder into the fire, instantly causing it to billow up massively and crackle, emitting heavy smoke. A massive, red cloud of smoke would gradually begin to rise over the house out of the chimney, and several Order Knights and Marshalls would begin rushing through the crowds of eager traders, practically trampling some in order to get to the stronghold, waving their laser rifles in the air and shouting obscenities in French. Boss would see some of these scarlet troopers shove past him, kicking down the door of the fortress with a single, powerful kick.
Défendre la forteresse. La révolution est ici." {Defend the fortress. The revolution is here.} Captain Cade growled, his voice low. He'd swing around, booting open the mahogany door leading into the back.
It seemed that the entirety of the back of the building had been blown apart, thin columns of smoke rising out of the marble rubble of the building. In the center of the destruction were multiple impoverished people; wielding old, cobbled-together pipe rifles and melee weapons crafted out of trash, their faces were filled with utter fury. The people charged, wildly swinging their homemade weapons, but were quickly dispatched by the three troopers surrounding Captain Cade, disintegrating into a fine, red dust on the dirtied and rubble carpet. In the midst of the chaos, now visible after the rest of the initiates had been killed, stood a real revolutionary.
"Il est temps de mourir, Cade." {It's time to die, Cade.} The riot geared troop said, her voice steely and calm. "Votre sang sera arroser les prairies d'Orléans." {Your blood will water the meadows of Orleans.}
The soldiers surrounding Captain Cade would charge the revolutionary, her black riot gear standing stark in the midst of marble white rubble. In an instant, she'd reveal a handheld ripper, bringing it to life as the blade rumbled and hissed. The riot geared revolutionary moved almost like a dancer, swinging through the larger troops and hacking off their arms and chunks of their torso with ease, as the soldiers dropped. She dodged a swing by a soldier and sawed through his arm, leaving a bloody stump, before sidestepping another one and stomping her head in with her armored boot, laser shots sliding off of her armor. Within ten seconds, the troop had killed three Order Knights, their bodies lying at her feet.
"I see." Captain Cade said, eyeing his dead troops on the ground, bleeding for the last time. "I suppose ceci est la fin, alors.
@Karos
The Proulx District wasn't particularly far, luckily for Sebastian. It would be relatively quick; he could pass by the Fontaine District, avoid detection by the unsavory animals lurking around, and be in the Proulx District within about ten minutes, partly in thanks for that stealth suit of his, allowing him to get past the brunt of the force that lurked in between districts, whether it be an errant mercenary like Sebastian, a raider, pushing his luck away from the East, or even an irradiated beast, such as a Yao Gui. The stealth suited mercenary was lucky enough to pass by most of these, only occasionally meeting an Order Knight traversing the roads with his squad.
As the Proulx District began to grow in size over the distance, it became evident to Sebastian Monroe that there was a sharp difference between the Savreaux District and the Proulx District; where the Savreaux District had beautiful, marble walls, constantly freshly painted and polished, covered in beautifully kept red banners, the Proulx District had dirtied and bloodied walls, missing bricks in places, their tattered flags hanging over the walls, the base of the circular wall surrounded by errant and poor families who were forced out of begging in the district due to the heavy Order control. It became clear that the "Revolution problem" was more than just a little problem.
The district's gates were wide open, revealing the bloody and dirty inside; the Proulx District riot, that had been taking place for several days now. The district was stuffed to the brim with poor people, covered in dirty rags, with very few Order Knights actually around the district. The riot was in full gear, completely chaotic, as the normally lower class people were now in a frenzied craze, shooting their pistols in the air, throwing bottles, even burning down some buildings, such as the local Order barracks. In the center of the riot, far away down the cobbled roads, was a mountain of garbage, where three figures outfitted in riot armor stood atop, giving speeches to the people.
"Welcome to the revolution, brother!" A nearby rioter would shout, waving his pipe rifle in the air. "The riot is in full gear now!"
@Lord Coake
"You want to join the revolution, hm?" A nearby riot geared troop would say, sizing up the mercenary in front of him, noting Dominic Garret's muscular, stocky build. "Come with me."
The riot geared troop would begin to shove his way through the crowd, trying to lead the NCR sergeant through the crowd, errant bottles shattering against his riot gear armor. It would take several minutes of walking, but gradually, the riot would begin to clear, allowing Dominic Garret to actually have some breathing room. The soldier would lead him to a broken old building in the Proulx District, it's windows boarded up, and a broken chain painted on the door of the building. The trooper opened up the door, leading the NCR sergeant into the main building. His super sledge seemed threatening enough.
Upon entering the ruined, tattered building, Dominic would notice several other people milling about, most seeming to be from the poorer districts; their clothes tattered and weapons hand-crafted. The people would acknowledge the mercenary, nodding to him and noting his clothing. A singular, cracked lightbulb hung from the ceiling, illuminating the dirtied room, filled with rubble and muck. The room had two doors in total; an exit, allowing the soldiers to transport new recruits, and a backroom door, where the newest initiates could occasionally see troopers passing by; riot geared soldiers discussing the newest arrivals.
"Bien sûr they want my head on a pike." Captain Cade muttered, clutching his rifle to his chest. "The trading outpost would be invaluable under the control of the Revolution. Si je meurs, the trading outpost goes out with me."
Captain Cade quickly took a ceramic jar coated in fine engravings and paint off of the mantle of the fireplace. He'd carefully take off the lid, and dump the entire vase of black powder into the fire, instantly causing it to billow up massively and crackle, emitting heavy smoke. A massive, red cloud of smoke would gradually begin to rise over the house out of the chimney, and several Order Knights and Marshalls would begin rushing through the crowds of eager traders, practically trampling some in order to get to the stronghold, waving their laser rifles in the air and shouting obscenities in French. Boss would see some of these scarlet troopers shove past him, kicking down the door of the fortress with a single, powerful kick.
Défendre la forteresse. La révolution est ici." {Defend the fortress. The revolution is here.} Captain Cade growled, his voice low. He'd swing around, booting open the mahogany door leading into the back.
It seemed that the entirety of the back of the building had been blown apart, thin columns of smoke rising out of the marble rubble of the building. In the center of the destruction were multiple impoverished people; wielding old, cobbled-together pipe rifles and melee weapons crafted out of trash, their faces were filled with utter fury. The people charged, wildly swinging their homemade weapons, but were quickly dispatched by the three troopers surrounding Captain Cade, disintegrating into a fine, red dust on the dirtied and rubble carpet. In the midst of the chaos, now visible after the rest of the initiates had been killed, stood a real revolutionary.
"Il est temps de mourir, Cade." {It's time to die, Cade.} The riot geared troop said, her voice steely and calm. "Votre sang sera arroser les prairies d'Orléans." {Your blood will water the meadows of Orleans.}
The soldiers surrounding Captain Cade would charge the revolutionary, her black riot gear standing stark in the midst of marble white rubble. In an instant, she'd reveal a handheld ripper, bringing it to life as the blade rumbled and hissed. The riot geared revolutionary moved almost like a dancer, swinging through the larger troops and hacking off their arms and chunks of their torso with ease, as the soldiers dropped. She dodged a swing by a soldier and sawed through his arm, leaving a bloody stump, before sidestepping another one and stomping her head in with her armored boot, laser shots sliding off of her armor. Within ten seconds, the troop had killed three Order Knights, their bodies lying at her feet.
"I see." Captain Cade said, eyeing his dead troops on the ground, bleeding for the last time. "I suppose ceci est la fin, alors.
@Karos
The Proulx District wasn't particularly far, luckily for Sebastian. It would be relatively quick; he could pass by the Fontaine District, avoid detection by the unsavory animals lurking around, and be in the Proulx District within about ten minutes, partly in thanks for that stealth suit of his, allowing him to get past the brunt of the force that lurked in between districts, whether it be an errant mercenary like Sebastian, a raider, pushing his luck away from the East, or even an irradiated beast, such as a Yao Gui. The stealth suited mercenary was lucky enough to pass by most of these, only occasionally meeting an Order Knight traversing the roads with his squad.
As the Proulx District began to grow in size over the distance, it became evident to Sebastian Monroe that there was a sharp difference between the Savreaux District and the Proulx District; where the Savreaux District had beautiful, marble walls, constantly freshly painted and polished, covered in beautifully kept red banners, the Proulx District had dirtied and bloodied walls, missing bricks in places, their tattered flags hanging over the walls, the base of the circular wall surrounded by errant and poor families who were forced out of begging in the district due to the heavy Order control. It became clear that the "Revolution problem" was more than just a little problem.
The district's gates were wide open, revealing the bloody and dirty inside; the Proulx District riot, that had been taking place for several days now. The district was stuffed to the brim with poor people, covered in dirty rags, with very few Order Knights actually around the district. The riot was in full gear, completely chaotic, as the normally lower class people were now in a frenzied craze, shooting their pistols in the air, throwing bottles, even burning down some buildings, such as the local Order barracks. In the center of the riot, far away down the cobbled roads, was a mountain of garbage, where three figures outfitted in riot armor stood atop, giving speeches to the people.
"Welcome to the revolution, brother!" A nearby rioter would shout, waving his pipe rifle in the air. "The riot is in full gear now!"
@Lord Coake
"You want to join the revolution, hm?" A nearby riot geared troop would say, sizing up the mercenary in front of him, noting Dominic Garret's muscular, stocky build. "Come with me."
The riot geared troop would begin to shove his way through the crowd, trying to lead the NCR sergeant through the crowd, errant bottles shattering against his riot gear armor. It would take several minutes of walking, but gradually, the riot would begin to clear, allowing Dominic Garret to actually have some breathing room. The soldier would lead him to a broken old building in the Proulx District, it's windows boarded up, and a broken chain painted on the door of the building. The trooper opened up the door, leading the NCR sergeant into the main building. His super sledge seemed threatening enough.
Upon entering the ruined, tattered building, Dominic would notice several other people milling about, most seeming to be from the poorer districts; their clothes tattered and weapons hand-crafted. The people would acknowledge the mercenary, nodding to him and noting his clothing. A singular, cracked lightbulb hung from the ceiling, illuminating the dirtied room, filled with rubble and muck. The room had two doors in total; an exit, allowing the soldiers to transport new recruits, and a backroom door, where the newest initiates could occasionally see troopers passing by; riot geared soldiers discussing the newest arrivals.
@Ordure speaking of chapters, how long are you planning to make each one? I assume there must be certain plot points that have to happen first.
I'm thinking chapters are going to be pretty long, actually - more of an arc than a chapter, really - dealing with the various problems of the wasteland, the first chapter being the civil war between the Order and Revolution, the second chapter focusing on the growth of the Glowing Bog and it's threat, the third chapter focusing on two familiar military powers coming in to continue their war, the fourth involving the rise of the Guild of Voodoo, etc. etc.
@Voltus_Ventus
Nope! Never too late for a new character. Unless the chapter's about to end. Then that's probably too late.
Nope! Never too late for a new character. Unless the chapter's about to end. Then that's probably too late.
So, just threw in the first companion; Asshead the Eyebot. I've dotted some companions around the whole region - some more overpowered than others - so, he's the first that's been found. Companions act like NPCs that you can control - keep them in character and have them follow you around on your adventures, send them home to pick them up later, or just decline their companionship in favor of focusing on one character.
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