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28 days ago
Do not let loneliness make you forget your chains. Allowing someone back into your life who disrespected you is a disrespect to the old you who suffered.. remember that.
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10 mos ago
MY GIRLFRIEND IS CANCER FREE AND I GET TO START MY TESTOSTERONE!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! 🗣️🥰💚🖤
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2 yrs ago
I hope when Death finally comes that it feels like it used to when dad used to carry me inside after falling asleep in the truck.
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2 yrs ago
If the gods didn't want me to commit fatherless behavior, they should have given my mother better taste in men.
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Raven's arms were tied up to the trunk of a tree above her head, blood starting to drip down into her eyes as she noticed the Regime officer turn back towards her, electric baton crackling loudly. She wouldn't allow them to see that she, to her unfortunate discomfort, was in quite a bit of pain. Raven scowled at the man closing the distance between them, shifting uncomfortably as the ropes around her wrists tightened, starting to give quite a nasty burn. The man simply laughed and leaned in close, inhaling deeply. Was he... smelling her?! He raised a hand and attempted to tuck a stray hair behind her ear before Raven pulled away.

"They're always sexier when they've got a fight in 'em. Ain't that right, boys?" A gang of laughter and consensus followed before he continued, "Awe, what's the matter sweetheart? Ain't a lovin' type of gal?" With no hesitation, not so much as skipping a beat, Raven spit at the officer directly in the face. Blood spatter covered his ugly mug, he angrily wiped it away and slapped Raven directly across her own face. Raven coughed up some more blood, spilling from her mouth like a small river flowing over her lips. 'Where's El?' she thought to herself, glancing around but it was hard to see with 3 sets of truck headlights blinding her vision passed a few yards out. Almost as soon the thought left her mind, the truck lights began to flicker before all 3 went out.

The men turned every which way to try figuring out what had happened, their pokemon standing at attention beside them growling, each growing as uneasy as their masters. Raven's blood-stained lips curved up into a smile as she whispered just loud enough for the captain who'd been assaulting her previously could hear, "Marco." With that, a loud explosion from behind the car to her right sounded off, the men screaming at their pokemon to chase after the thing that caused it. A fairly large yellow blur came charging from behind, bulldozing the growlithe and houndour in it's path, flailing it's arms at the soldiers attempting to shoot their net blasters at it.

Screaming incoherently, the Electabuzz charged straight at the captain and with both hands, slammed the poor man off to the side. Raven smiled as Electabuzz yanked the ropes free from the trunk of the tree. "Sadistic game of Marco-Pollo, eh?" His baring of his fangs was enough for Raven to know he agreed, his eyes were still had a slight red glow to them from his fit of rage. It wasn't time for looking him over, or dwelling on the pains she was feeling all over her body, it was time to run. And run, they did.





Near Interaction With: Isaiah @Lyghtbringer

Jackson walked with his hands wrapped tightly around his assault rifle, looking around the never-ending sea of trees surrounding him as he kept moving forward. Houndour stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look behind him, his body following slowly. He began to growl, teeth bared as he stared off into the trees where they'd come from just before. Jack hadn't noticed Houndour fall behind but definitely heard him growl, turning to confront whatever it was Houndour was at an unease about, holding up his rifle aiming at whatever may be coming. A blast off in the distance to the right caused him to stop, turning his attention to said noise. Both him and Houndoor began to run towards it, Jackson carrying his rifle close to his chest and at the ready in case he needed it.

What Jack saw was something he hadn't seen in a long time. An Electabuzz. Wild, maybe. Definitely wasn't Regime. Only reason he knew that was, the damned thing attacking a group of soldiers who looked to be previously interrogating some young woman. From behind a tree, Jackson stayed out of sight and watched the scene unfold. The pokemon causing the chaos was the largest one he'd ever seen, looked to be a whopping four foot tall, compared to most of the type who barely made three and a half feet at most. Once the excitement had calmed a tad and the pokemon rescued the woman who was clearly it's master fled, Jack too, turned away from the scene and started off towards the way he'd been going before. He would have walked into the disaster to see if his ex-fellow soldiers were alright, since he could pull it off, still being in his uniform and all. But in case they were part of the ranks that knew of his dishonorable discharge, he would rather not risk the trouble.

@Thundercrash Nope. I neglected to mention where this all will be taking place, and where we're heading. I was thinking maybe some place in Wyoming to start out, and maybe traveling towards Maine where the Rebel base is located. My characters are currently going to travel through Yellowstone (the forest area I spoke of in my post). It won't matter much where a character comes from, but, as long as they're currently somewhere in the surrounding area. :]
@Lyghtbringer Indeed. xD
@Thundercrash Really like both of those ideas. I'm excited to see your character!!






I'm about to eat dinner, so I will eat dinner and then post again to keep this ball rolling. I really like where it's going!
@Lyghtbringer It will be the four of us, but I will allow people to continue applying if they would like to join. Its easy to fit people into an RP like this. :]
Three toed..... Could be a grovyle I think. Would fit with reptilian theme.


Very good point!

@A Tattooed Girl Well then I guess the only Pokémon's Shelgon... Salamence is pretty boss anyway, but then can everyone just ignore the footprint 'cuz Shelgon's print is a circle hehehe


Haha, alright. Maybe Metang floating over them disheveled the prints? x]
@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
Woot first posts! Are we doing a posting order, or.... How do we want to run? like, 1 post per character per day?


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?)


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. :]
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


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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