Pathei Mathos

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@Dusksong Gabite is fourth gen. :] We're actually only doing up to Gen three. Here's a link to the Bulbapedia page where you can choose a different pokemon, though. Maybe it could be a Salamance, or some Dragon-type of a similar footprint. :] Maybe even an actual Charmeleon, to fit your post's description :]

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@Lyghtbringer Well, I think my fiance would have a bit of trouble with that

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Woot first posts! Are we doing a posting order, or.... How do we want to run? like, 1 post per character per day?

@Lyghtbringer

I think a free posting order should be good. Normally I like posting order but its quite true that those usually take quite a few days to continue, having to wait for said people to post. Busy schedules will get in the way, and it is very understandable and can be worked with. However, it should be known that if there's no forewarning or something of the like to let us know there will be set backs in anyone's responses, there will be a sort of 'probation period'. There will be a 3 day grace period. If we don't hear from you by that 3rd day, you'll be placed on said 'Probation' list. If it hits a weeks time, you'll be placed on an Inactive/Resigned list. :]

On that note, chances I can find a ralts? (or shiny ralts?)

@Lyghtbringer

I think finding a normal ralts would be much more likely, but I'm not opposed to you finding a shiny one. You'll be the only one allowed a shiny, due to the rarity of shiny pokemon, and the fact you're the first to ask about it. :]

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Alright, I posted Jackson for now. I'll post for Raven in my next post but I wanted to at least get one character up and running. I have to help my grandma fix her clogged sink.. or at least try

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^{Set Location: What remains of Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming}

Jackson stood at the edge of the forest treeline as he watched a caravan of Regime trucks driving towards the city. A few months ago, he'd have been one of the soldiers riding along in one of those transport trucks, but here he was. A disgrace to his family name. A rebel. Fighting the fight from the other side of the war he'd been a part of for so long. Sure, the war had been over for a couple decades, but it never stopped in the streets. Pokemon were still being captured, people were still being taken in for 'questioning', and most were put to work like slaves by the Regime. The lower-class was forced to submit to that fate, the upper-class having the advantage of being first pick for Regime infantry and officer ranks.

For Jackson, his way in had been through the family name. His uncle was a Regime officer, a high ranking one at that. It was an opportunity of a lifetime, and Jackson's parents wouldn't let him pass it up. Thrust into a life he never wanted, the Regime did what they could to make him an impressionable soldier. Having spent his first four years in Infantry ranks till they promoted him to an officer. The last two years had been horrible for him. Whatever 'training' he'd been put through was starting to slowly wear off. Jackson began reverting back to his old ways, his old thought process. His own way of thinking. None of what he was made to do was right, by any means.

As he stood there watching the last truck pass, Jackson thought a lot about the early days of his enlistment. How could his parents have agreed to putting him into this? Making him do these things to people, and pokemon alike. He never got to ask them if it was their true belief, or if they were just scared of Big Man in the sky who was constantly watching 'his people'. His parents had both died in the winter before last, one passing a few weeks after the other. Jackson shook his head of the saddening thoughts and turned to press on through the forests, his Houndour padding along at his side quietly, always vigilant.

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@Dusksong Not at all! ^^

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@Thundercrash Yes we are! :]

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Last minute troubles came up, but I will be starting my reply within the next hour. Need to help my grandmother real quick.

EDIT: Starting my post now! :)

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@Lyghtbringer's CS was accepted and will be posted in the CHAR tab.

I need to shower, but once I'm done, I will come back and make a post for this. (:

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

arιa delaney

oυтғιт
locaтιon:
Homeroom
ιnтeracтιonѕ:
Clyde @KlayKid || Oberon @LovelyAnastasia || Ebony @mskennedy615
мenтιonѕ:
Derek @alexfangtalon || Jacob @smarty0114

“I m-mean... I'll be alright. My friend is gone so it feels lonely is all. But... thanks... you know, for your concern. I truly appreciate it.” Clyde had smiled but as soon as it appeared, it disappeared. Aria attempted a genuine half-smile back at him, knowing full well what it was like to lose friends to a move. “So... have any ideas about that, uh, project?” During this time, Aria watched as Derek walked down the isle between hers and Clyde's seats, delivering some folded up piece of paper while staring over Aria's head at Oberon. The look alone made Aria slightly uncomfortable, but only in a way that she assumed the kid was staring at Oberon because of his differences with the rest of the class. The one goth kid among the masses. Tall, dark and brooding, himself. Aria shrugged off the encounter and turned her attention back to Clyde to respond to his question. "Actually, I do. I previously did a volcano project at my middle school in the district next door for my 7th grade year. Got a B+ on it. Shouldn't be too hard to re-do."

"I apologize deeply if I offended you tender sensibilities, miss, but I am... itching to be done with this entire experience," Aria glanced down at nothing in particular, her eyes widening slightly as if saying, 'Lord help me.' Turning halfway to face Oberon again, she listened intently to his rant, even though it was pretty pointless. He wanted nothing to do with the group, but wanted to be sure each person was to do their job on account they would all get a passing grade for their group efforts, willingly or not. She saw his gaze fall behind her a couple seats and she knew who he'd been staring at, not particularly caring to follow said gaze. She kept her eyes forward, hearing Oberon specifically call her attention, causing her to come back into focus. Tell me, miss, are you willing to protect our little science project at your place? I hear you are good at that sort of thing."

Before she could respond, someone else piped into the conversation. A voice she'd not personally heard much from since school started. "While I do agree that this project is a bit... childish, I do think we can still have a lil' bit of fun with it." Aria turned to meet the eyes of Ebony. She'd seen the girl a few times outside of the classrooms, seemed to be a pretty chill chick. Aria had no qualms with working alongside her. "Construction can be my job, I guess.. with a bit of help, of course. We can make it unique; something more creative than your average second-grade volcano project... I can even keep it at my house, if Aria can't, or doesn't want to." Her gaze then turned on Clyde. "So yeah, we should most def' exchange numbers."

Mental groan. This was the one thing Aria was trying to avoid, at least for some people, anyway. However, Aria nodded in agreement and played it off like a true sport, writing down her name and number several times on a piece of paper. She began ripping out individual sets as she spoke to Ebony. "I've got some experience with making these.. atrocities. It matters little to me who houses the construction part of this project.. but if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to help with that." She smiled towards Ebony as she handed her one of the paper shreds with her number on it, then giving each of her other project-mates one as well. Even tossing Jacob a crumpled up piece of paper, hitting him square in the forehead, but her number was not written on this paper. They hadn't exchanged so much as a word since finding out they had the same class together, and Aria planned to keep it that way, she just couldn't resist. She quickly turned away with an evil little smirk on her face, her shoulders hunched over slightly as if she was waiting for the blow-back.

yeaн, ι don'т тнιnĸ ѕo.

'Cause baby now we got bad blood
now we got problems
And I don't think we can solve them :b

Aria

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qυιnтen rυмanceĸ

oυтғιт
locaтιon:
Homeroom
ιnтeracтιonѕ:
Poetry @LovelyAnastasia || Lily @smarty0114
мenтιonѕ:
Nathan @MechonRaptor || Nicoletta @Fabricant451 || Ezera @King Tai

With his friend now occupied, Quinten held his guitar up above the ground as he picked himself up off the floor, dusting off his arse before turning to walk back towards his seat. Not so fast. As he went to walk down the isle he sat in, a blonde girl came walking down the very isle, blocking his path. Quinten raised an eyebrow as he looked her over, then realizing who she was. Poetry. Poetry Sundance. One of his project companions. Besides himself, that left Nathaniel Anderson, Nicoletta Soriano, Ezera Porter, and Lily for their group.

"Group Five, get hip to this jive. On this project you'd think you flew. Keep up with me and maybe you're grades will stay alive." There was a few moments pause, but she continued her speech. "Catch it, I already pulled books from the library on two of the most slammin' lava-shooters." Quinten tenderly took the paper from Poetry, skimming over what it had written in ink as she handed copies out to the rest of their group. "Pompeii or Mt. Fuji," Quinten noticed her smile seemed to reach from ear to ear, half wondering if she was just genuinely this peppy or if she was one of those who liked to hide a fractured spirit behind a beautiful smile. He made a mental note to maybe ask her on another day, when they might know each other a bit better. Quinten seemed to always fall for the girls with troubled pasts. "Both are listed, twisted, and totally rung out of all the info available in our library in the outline I drew up. History is somethin' pretty ace wit' me, so I got my wheels spinnin' on day two. Anyway, it's not like I had much to do."

Quinten was busy reading over the paper still as she spoke, but once he realized she'd stopped talking, he glanced up and mentally jumped. She was staring right at him with a particular look about her, causing Quinten to raise an eyebrow at such a peculiar stare. Clearing his throat nervously, finding it hard to put together a simple sentence, thankful Lily had taken the opportunity to speak up. "I'll help build the volcano! Make it look all pretty! We can totally use my place as a home base too," Quinten nodded with agreement. "Sounds like a plan to me. Since Poetry already has quite a bit of the research done already, I'll hop in on construction too, if that's cool? I researched how to build these things. I've actually got a lot of the materials at home. I could bring them to Jake and Caleb's house tonight so you could take it home with you, Lily, so you have it at your place, if you'd like?"

тнe lιĸeѕ oғ υѕ ✦ ѕυrvιval role play

мcĸenna avery ĸnowleѕ

Interacting With ☬ Co^(le)-Pilot @Pilatus ☬
^{Get it..Cole the Pilot ~ Cole-Pilot! Haha.. okay, don't laugh at my puns.. it's okay. No one does}

Kenna dismissed the pilot's need for grouping together for a pep talk and the suggestion to sit down. Not with the way her head had been feeling, but she wouldn't let anyone on to that. She knew just how to act to make it seem like she was okay, Kenna always had such major control over herself with even the worst of wounds bothering her. She however heard inventory was needed to be inspected, perking her interest to help out, suddenly. "Let me find my luggage pack and I'll help you with that, sir." Making her way back to the cargo hold, Kenna twisted the latch open and yanked the door ajar, immediately spotting her bag. Grabbing the damned thing, she pulled it closer to her and knelt down to dig through it. Grabbing out the two loaded mags, shoving one of them up into her Tavor SAR-16, then unfolded and locked her Kel-Tec SU-16B into place, repeating the same step. Sliding the Kel-Tec strap over her shoulder, she picked out a single set of clothes she could wear, a new shirt to change into, her notebooks and the two extra empty mags with a couple ammo boxes to accompany them.. shoving all but the shirt she'd brought out to change in to her carry-on. She wouldn't need the rest, and she knew that. The plane didn't have enough on it to sustain them till help arrived, if it did at all. Things like this were easy for Kenna to get through, she'd done it a couple of times back in the day. This would be no different.

Returning to the front of the plane, Kenna saw the pink haired female and the man she'd previously helped getting warm together, exchanging conversation. It was good to see from the both of them, it meant they didn't sustain terrible injuries that would have most definitely knocked them out again by now. Kenna on the other hand was having issues standing straight, but refused to let herself sit down. Shit had to get done. She made her way passed the ethnically mixed man, stopping a few feet away to turn and watch him continue going over the bodies marking x's on the deceased people's foreheads. Her lips formed a hard, thin line as she witnessed him do this, taking a slight offense to it but decided not to speak on it. She knew it would help in the long run, but felt it highly disrespectful to do such a thing, instead, tried to ignore it. Kenna knelt down to a child she noticed slumped over in their seat with the upper half of their, one could only assume, parent's body collapsed over them. Most likely to shield the poor child in hopes of survival, for at least one of them.

First, Kenna checked the adult but quickly moved on to check the child's pulse when she found none on the parent. Kenna's heart dropped. There was a pulse. Almost in a panic, she immediately pushed the parent's shielding body off the child and sat the dirty-blond boy up in his seat, looking him over. "We got another live one, over here. Child. Seat 9, Row J," she called out towards the Pilot up front. The poor boy was out cold. Releasing his seat belt, Kenna gently tapped the boy's cheek a few times to attempt waking him. "Hey there, buddy. Can you hear me? Come on, bud. Wake up." It wasn't much longer before the boy's eyes fluttered open, his expression quite confused as he looked around the inside of the plane. That is, until he found himself looking over at his bloody, motionless father beside him, in which he screamed out indefinitely, scrambling away from the lifeless body in which he broke down into immediate tears.

"Daddy! The boy screamed, his whole body language proved to those around him in the room that he was conflicted. Would he stay away or rush to try waking him? Before he could make a decision, Kenna gently grabbed up the young boy with her left arm barred over his chest and the other beneath his legs to put him in a sit position in her grasp. The small boy kicked and screamed, screaming for his father all the while Kenna quietly 'shhhh'd him repeatedly to try and calm him down. She realized the time he'd began thrashing about in her arms, he seemed to cradle his right arm against his chest. Kenna decided to focus his attention on that. "Hey, hey hey hey.. buddy. Easy, now." Gently, Kenna sat the boy down in an empty seat in the front row far away from where his lifeless parent was, waiting till he looked her in the eye, still sniffling and hyperventilating. His eyes were forced into slits, which was probably due to his growing headache he had to have had by now from a possible concussion and crying to add to it.

Kenna tucked her hair behind her ear and gently shifted the gun strapped over her shoulder, looking back into the little boy's eyes. "Hey there. Are you hurting anywhere besides here?" she gestured to his lower stomach where his seat belt had been, knowing full well he'd have some kind of bruising there from the impact. The boy nodded slowly, tenderly holding his arm up an inch above where it'd been laying before. "Well, I used to be a doctor in the military back in the day. Mind if I take a look at your arm? Might hurt a little, but it's best we check out what's wrong with your arm now before it gets hurt worse, okay?" His slow nod assured her it was alright as she began to gently squeeze his arm as she ran her hands over his little arm, pulling her hand away when he lets out a tiny cry. There was a fairly large lump protruding from his forearm, it had to be broken.

The Wanderers of Druid Peak

♛ Trevor (@Polaris North), Anum (@GhostWing), & Chinua (@The ElvenQueen) ♛

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Denali dipped his head towards Trevor respectfully, flashing a toothy grin his way before he turned his gaze back to his mate. His smile softened even more and he nodded. "It's settled then. Would you mind helping Anum if she needs it?" Denali noticed Anum submit before him, his heart dropping into his stomach. Even a year later and he still wasn't used to being submitted to. "There's no need for that, my friend. We're equals. All of us. I know it's hard to get used to the way I run things, compared to the Alpha before me, but.. I hope in time you'll be able to accept it." He gave Anum a soft, friendly smile before turning away, stopping again as he saw two blurs pass. Robin took off with her patrol partner, Denali managed to call out after her, "Be safe!" Turning back to Chinua, he stayed close to her side and helped her every step of the way walking towards the river. He knew how much it frustrated her to be walking so slow, so a couple of times he playfully stepped twice as slow as her and called to her when he began to fall behind, "Wait for me, I have widdle wegs!" He chuckled softly and sped his pace up to match hers again, only doing it twice before sticking to her like glue, fearing him not being there at her side would be the cause of something happening. Denali looked up from his mate to see that they'd grown fairly close to the water, his tail began wagging happily. "We're almost there, momma. Stay with me." He gently nuzzled her neck and walked in tune with her.