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World of Unnatural People (Supernatural/superhuman rp) Always Accepting!!!

@knifeman @Shadow Dragon [@MikkishLeprechaun] @Letmehaveone2

Cressia, never having seen an opossum before, found the creature to be delightfully adorable and grinned with the animal seemed to enjoy her pets. She jumped slightly when the situation involving the others only seemed escalate, practically everyone was throwing around some sort of weapon. Her people were predators in the water, using speed and their natural physical weapons to attack and kill - however here on land she was out of her element. Her deep violet eyes glanced down towards the animal that was still on the ground. "Come here little one" She spoke, her voice soft and gentle.

The Siren bent down and scoop the marsupial up in her arms, holding him close and then hid behind one of the tree's, though moved her body so that she could still see what was going on. While she knew the situation was dangerous she was also intrigued by the magic-wielding people. Cressia also knew better than to try to interfere, if she were to go in and she was turned on she had no way to defend herself - she doubt her songs could safe her in a situation like this. However....she might be able to sing something that would calm them enough to stop fighting.

World of Unnatural People (Supernatural/superhuman rp) Always Accepting!!!

@EuphoricMania Thought I would let you know that Cressia is no longer at the pond, she is now where everyone else has been gathering :3

But thank you for your compliment on the singing, Cressia has many different songs <3

World of Unnatural People (Supernatural/superhuman rp) Always Accepting!!!

Cressia slowly crept towards the commotion coming from the trees, her bare feet softly crunching the twigs and leaves in her path. She was almost upon them when she heard a loud crash, several trees in front of her tumbled to the ground. The Sirrn let out a sound of concern and confusion, however curiosity got the better of her and she couldn't help but move closer.

She got to the point to where she could see exactly what was going on, one guy had another pinned, a girl and a whole big mess. Cressia frowned as she sensed another presence and glanced down, an opossum was by her feet. The female looked at it curiously, leaning down and gently patting its head with a comforting smile. She had no idea what was going on at the moment.

Bound by Blood | A Pokemon Gijinka RP

I'll take the daggers out then, I wasnt sure on then in the beginning. When i looked at the possible moves list on thw wiki those moves were all level 30 or under, though it might have been lying to me, I'll change it if need be.

Not small holes, but he can fit in some pretty small places. Whimsicott are known for getting into tiny places and leaving their cotton fluff everywhere, so I tried to apply that to him as best as possible.

World of Unnatural People (Supernatural/superhuman rp) Always Accepting!!!

Once Cressia was finished singing she lazily floated at the top of the water, staring up into the blue sky. "I suppose it time to get going...I've been here for quite awhile." The Siren thought to herself, slowly using her arms to push herself towards the edge of the pond. Using the strength of her muscled tail Cressia wiggled her way up onto the grass, willing herself to transform.

It was a painful thing, bones snapping and breaking, skin peeling and stretching. A lot came with turning a fish tail into a pair of humans legs. After minutes of being in excruciating pain, Cressia staggers to her feet, gasping as she attempted to catch her breath.

She stood there with the wind at her back, unfortunately changing like left her with no clothing, luckily she kept a stash nearby for such occasions. With dripping wet hair Cressia found the pile of clothes she'd left underneat some brush and dressed herself, head perking up as she heard voices echoing from the trees. "Was there a group of people in the woods? Why?"

Bound by Blood | A Pokemon Gijinka RP

Essen

BASIC INFORMATION

Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Breed: Whimsicott
Appearance:

Appearance

Clothing

Essen's main attire consists of a place, sleeveless shirt with a pair of white pants. He often adds a little flare with an emerald green coat given to him by his adoptive mother. He doesn't care much for footwear and often just goes barefoot, though will sometimes put on a pair of cheap sandals. When he wants to be extra special he adds golden leaves to his hair - but that's only for really special occasions.

Physical Appearance

Essen is very short for a typical male, however the males of his species are usually short. He only stands at about five feet one inches and weighs 122 pounds. The small the pokemon the better they can use the winds to travel. Essen has darkly tanned skin and amber eyes. He has a pair of green horns on either side of his hair and his white hair can puff up into a cotton-like substance, when startled fluffs of cotton will scatter like flowers. On the back of his neck, covered by his hair/fluff, he has a star-shaped mark. It is unclear what it is for, though Essen himself knows exactly what it is for.

COMBAT STATISTICS

ATTACK: 49
DEFENSE: 64
SPEED: 76
SPECIAL ATTACK: 31
SPECIAL DEFENSE: 31
INTELLIGENCE: 48
CHARISMA: 57
Move Set:

• Mega Drain
• Stun Spore (Brought Over from Cottonee stage)
• Fairy Wind (Brought Over from Cottonee stage)
• Gust

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Backstory: Essen was born and then promptly abandoned for reasons he will never know, he was very lucky that he was taken in by a kind Whimsicott who had been travelling on the breeze, the women cared and provided for Essen like she was her own child. In his eyes she was his mother and all he would ever need. Since Cotonnee and Whimsicott run in fluffs the other's also took Essen in - this was his family. They happily and quietly lived by floating along wind currents and settling down wherever they landed for a few weeks before moving again. They would play pranks on passing travelers - scaring their livestock, tricking them our of coin or some other small prank. They roam through all of Creisal, except for The Vale and Mar.

One day Essen had made a bet with a Cottonee that he couldn't take a pretty green stone that a nearby woman had. Taking the bet Essen, who was a Cottonee at the time, went. It was pretty easy to get access to the stone however upon touching it he evolved into a Whimsicott. Excited to show his family he rushed back only to find them gone. Had they moved on without him? Had he been abandoned again? Afraid of the answer Essen began to travel on his own to find his family.

Personality:

• Watchful
• Quiet
• Trickster
• Easily Amused
• Gullible
• Naive

Likes:

• Calm Evenings
• Playing Innocent Pranks
• Simply Floating Along A breeze
• Watching People

Dislikes:

• Confrontation
• Super Loud Noises
• Responsibility
• Bitter Foods

Strengths:

• Can Think Quickly In Many Situations
• Can Tell What The Weather Will Be Like Based On Wind Patterns
• Can Slip Through Any Gap, No Matter How Small It May Be

Weaknesses:

• Fears That He Will Fail If Given Any Sort of Responsibility
• Sometimes Can't Tell When People Are Being Serious Or When They Are Joking
• Will Sometimes Take His Pranks Too Far
• Secretly Fears He Will Forever Be Alone

Equipment:

• A necklace that helps keep his body light
• A pouch that holds various items that he feels he needs
• Weapon: A stick that he channels wind through in order to control it to some extent

Bound by Blood | A Pokemon Gijinka RP

Adaline

≽ BASIC INFORMATION ≼

Age: Twenty
Gender: Female
Breed: Growlithe
Appearance:

Appearance

Clothing

Adaline will typically wear orange and black stripped outfits. Sometimes it will be a dress, sometime with will be a shirt and pants - it really depends on her mood. Though occasionally she will don an entire black outfit with just a few orange accessories, she always loves to look her best and dresses to the occasion. A lot of people tell her that she should wear something to blend into her surroundings more, but she usually ignores them. Why hide herself? She proudly wanders around her territory and wants to be seen by any potential challengers.

Physical Traits

Just like a regular Growlithe, Adaline sports a pair of orange ears that can easily pick up sounds. She also has a very fluffy light brown tail that will grow large whenever she is irritated. She has has pointed canines and instead of regular human nails they are more pointed and resemble that of claws. She stands at about 5 feet and 5 inches, not the tallest but not the shortest either.. She weighs in at 124 pounds. Her hair is a bright blonde color and her eyes are golden/brown. Her skin is very pale and she does not tan well.

≽ COMBAT STATISTICS ≼

ATTACK 59
DEFENSE: 40
SPEED: 48
SPECIAL ATTACK: 48
SPECIAL DEFENSE: 42
INTELLIGENCE: 37
CHARISMA:
Move Set: 57

• Ember
• Flamethrower
• Take Down
• Roar

≽ BACKGROUND INFORMATION ≼

Backstory: Adaline was born in Tere with a small pack that consisted of her mother, father and her siblings. Like most of her kind they set of borders for their own personal territory, within these borders they were safe and her father was good at keeping away wanderers. Adaline and her siblings lived a pretty normal life within their small, make-shift home. She and her sisters were taught to fight, how to hunt and to fend for themselves.

Things were dandy until one day her father never returned from a hunt, leaving a mother with three daughters alone. Her mother tried her best to care for them and the girls helped as best they could, however the loss of her lover caused Adaline's mother to grieve hard and eventually she grew ill was something they knew nothing about. Fearing that she was also lose her mother Adaline, being the eldest, be the decision to venture from her familiar territory and look for a way to heal her mother - at the same time perhaps she could learn what happened to her father.

Personality:

• Loyal
• Territorial
• Brave
• Clever
• Happy-Go-Lucky
• Hot-Headed

Likes:

• Food
• Campfires
• Friends
• Being Lazy
• Having Fun

Dislikes:

• Cold Weather
• Bugs
• Spicy Foods
• People Telling Her What To Do
• Her Friends Being Threatened

Strengths:

• Is Very Loyal To Those She Trusts
• Will Never Back Down From A fight
• Can Remember Any Scent that she has Smelled At Least Once

Weaknesses:

• Doesn't Know When To Quit
• Starts Fights She Can't Always Win
• Can Be Blunt
• Will Say Things Without Thinking Of Other's feelings Sometimes

Equipment:

• A tiny satchel that she carries snacks in
• A bracelet given to her by her father

🌒Merry Meet🌘

Hello!

World of Unnatural People (Supernatural/superhuman rp) Always Accepting!!!

The water felt cool against the Siren's scales, her mint-green hair flared out around her as her head poked out from the calm pond. Her eyes scanned the tree's that surrounded her, she felt like there were other's prowling about...but then again that wasn't unusual. She was occupying a fairly large pond in the middle of a lush forest, Humans never dared to venture so far to actually come across the clear and sparkling pond - the perfect home for a Siren.

It was her chance to escape from the annoying humans and to let herself go, to let the refreshing waters sooth her aching and dry skin. She still wasn't used to her human form, it was so unfamiliar to her.

The poor female let out a sigh that caused a few bubbles to float to the surface, slowly moving in the water as she grew bored. She could hear creatures moving around in the forest: the padding of footsteps, the beat of wings, the cries of a poor soul who was going to be lunch. "Food..." The words came out softly as she realized she hadn't eaten in awhile. That was another thing she was having to get used to, in the ocean fish and coral was readily available but here it was a little harder. She grumbled as she flicked her tail, causing a loud splash. Out of boredom the Siren began to sang, to no one in particular, she simply wanted to sing.

Her song drifted through the tree's and wound it's way to any willing ear. They were lucky for this song wasn't to lure the weak-willed, rather a sad song that reflected her loneliness in a world that rejected her existence.