Savo

[CLOSED] Pokemon: Shadow of Nemesis -- The Reboot!

-Yuu Nozomu : Route 29-

The rest of the group was surprisingly quiet; no one was exactly quarreling, and Yuu hadn't been reproached by Abigail because of some random reason. It was quite relaxing to say the least, despite the disparity of the environment. Of course, Yuu made sure to properly feed his two pokemon as they squatted around the campfire, chomping away at the meal he somewhat cooked over the blaze... if only he had any skill in baking. The tearing away at the simple dinner, it was spicy as he always liked it.

Looking down at the two, he gave a fond smile as Sylvie gave what looked to be an Oran Berry to Terra, who integrated it into her food. While she was a hard head, she didn't seem all that too aggressive at the moment, especially after earlier. Eventually, the duo were filled from the freshish vegetables and other assortments of food. Devouring the last scrap of the whole sandwich, Yuu turned his eyes to the sky, watching as the settling dark was coming upon them.

Of course, suffice to say, he declared to himself that it would be a good idea to go on watch for the night, just in case he needed to alert the encampment over an ambush from some pokemon. Looking around came the shoddy tent with Noah who looked to be sound asleep with that... that frickin' abomination. No way he was asking for help from him, especially since he had that damnable demonic deceiver near him... it might be the one to gut them all and dash into the night once the deed was done, howling victoriously.

Yup, nuh uh, noooooope, not gonna bother with him.

There was, of course, the one twelve year old looking chick who he trusted was old enough to be traveling. Tent zipped up, she was... probably not in the mood, especially after earlier... which meant there were two more nominees - Abigail and Cerise. When his eyes came to those two, they were busy getting ready for bed. Of course, Yuu wanted to approach Cerise and request for her to do it, but from the way she acted, she seemed relatively new to this all.

Don't get him wrong, he was sure she was reliable, but he needed to be firm.

Scrunching his nose and rubbing the back of his head, he arose from his place and trudged towards Abigail, sighing in contempt as Sylvie decided to follow after, while the Geodude stared fiercely into the blooming flames. At first he was reluctant to see if she would agree, but despite the attitude she portrayed, it was pleasantly surprising to find that she would be willing to switch spots once he was done with his proclaimed shift.

... huh.

Eventually everything came to pass with Abigail and Cerise retiring to their tent, with Yuu taking the first watch of the night. Toying with what was left of the fire, the crimson embers wilted, sparking back to life for a couple of seconds before dying down, the process repeating as Yuu studied the fire with a frown. His tent was occupied by one being - his companion, Sylvie. Fast asleep, the small pokemon was happily slumbering the night away, Yuu putting the coat over her as a makeshift blanket, leaving him in a green tank-top.

Submerged in the dirt next to him was Terra, who decided to dig a place to sleep, rather than join the fuzzball. At most, she was glad to be in her own environment; relaxed to spell the least. Yuu gave her a gentle pat, smiling laxly at her before going back to stirring the fire, keeping it from being too bright, lest it would be on him who attracted the attention of some malicious pokemon. The murmur of the darkness in wait, the sounds of howling in the distance were displaced with eerie silence as the night went on. A shiver was sent down the boys back.

What if he wasn't able to properly announce the threat? What if someone was severely injured in the process? What if?

These series of toiling questions plagued his mind as he continued to play with the fire, hand on his chin. Would he be a good ally to everyone else? Would he be a grand friend to the pokemon who would join him. Sighing, nothing truly fazed him currently... well.

Not until that transpired.

Whatever the gods sought to do, a massive earthquake was upon the group of people, inspiring terror into the boy who fell off to the side, the ruckus of the earthquake causing the dying embers to completely vanish from sight, instilling the teen into a realm of darkness. His face was in utter shock; eyes widened, jaw slackened, mind a mess as he knelt down onto the ground, elbows digging into the dirt. He dug his teeth into his lips as the sound of a few trees in the distance began crashing from the tremor, before suddenly a violent one erupted, causing a tree to destroy the tent of Ivy.

Yuu's eyes were widened in complete horror, his iris' dilating, lids twitching. No... no way. She couldn't be dead, he wouldn't accept one of his companions dying on him. Weakly, he shoved himself up, and traced the silhouette of his backpack in the darkness, it being tipped over. Swiftly procuring the lighter and some nearby sticks, Yuu threw the dry wood into the pit before quickly setting it ablaze, giving new light to the territory.

Hearing a voice over anyone being hurt, Yuu turned his visage to the boy with a now crumpled tent trying to figure out what was going on. Well, looks like the mutt nor the earthquake got Noah, so that was good news... and then the stench of even greater news! No casualties as that shorter green haired girl emerged from her tent with words as well. Wait, was she... oooh, ooh... yeah, that was worrisome. It could get infected or worse...

Then there was the fear of Abigail and Cerise not being ok. Head swiveled to the duos tent who seemed to be surprisingly inta- "Uhm, what are you two... what is up with your pa... no, not going to bother asking, that's not the focus right now," Yuu spoke, exasperated as he took note of the two being in a rather provocative position. There was also Abigails pajamas which were purple... and had smiley face clouds on it.

He wasn't going to judge, as he gave them both a soft smile. "Glad to see everyone's ok for the most part..." Judging by the damage, even the homes of wild pokemon were most likely reduced to fallen oak and destitute shambles. Rushing over to his tent, Yuu found Sylvie to be visibly shaken, but ok for the most part... considering she pounced onto him the moment the tent was opened. Rubbing his face, she was visibly frightened about this whole predicament, but Yuu would console her for a bit, especially since there was an injury he needed to attend to.

"Hey, no need to be afraid; I'm here for you, alright," Yuu cooed, trying to dissuade the pangs of frightfulness in her. While it wasn't fleeting, she decided to hop on his head to rest, shivering as Yuu retrieved and put on his coat. Terra was up, groggily rolling about as she put two of her hands onto her forehead. Looking at Ivy, Yuu dove into his bad, his eyes furrowing up as he found one of the two first aid kits in his now perturbed bag. It quite drove him to insanity noting that it was a sheer mess, but he wasn't going to attend to it now.

"Have no idea, but for the most part, I'm more worried about that wound of hers festering since the seismic activity has cooled down for now," Yuu retorted, not caring if he wasn't talking to him. Looking through the bag, he found some disinfectant, needles, bandages, the works. Of course, all he needed for now was the gauze and disinfectant, though some mild water would help as well as he brought not only his kit, but backpack as well.

"Y'know, you two can just borrow my tent for the night if you like," Yuu mumbled as he tore the wraps from the roll, separating them each by size, making it obvious which of the three were for her arm. Grabbing a water bottle, he began to wet the gauze as he beckoned the girl over; it looked like he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

But even so, Sylvie grew frightened of the night, even the scattered Terra too as they both glanced at their surroundings, primarily the trees. Both were dead silent, with the enigma of dusk looming over.

~The Legend of Zelda: The False Oracle~

It seems that's the case... however, due to some priorities I set ahead of time, I won't be working on the app at all... at least until I get up a post for another rp. So far, I guess I'll stick what I have currently since it's still a wip; might have to rework some things and some wording, hell might remove some things, though some of it might be stigma over said creature.

Regardless, will post what I have here currently and resume working on it later. Right now I'm tired as heck, so yeah.

Rugnar

"We are but allies with a common caus', no'thane more."

Name: Rugnar

Age: 37

Race: Moblin

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Rugnar is a giant of a man, er monster; standing at a inconspicuous height of two point two meters and has a weight of 113.39 kilograms, all of which is pure muscle... along with some body fat. Physically, he has more ground beef than cattle, making him appear impressively strong and intimidating to the eye.

His arms are the most robust out of his body, sustaining a few scars, along with a white tribal tattoo on his shoulders as well which extend all the way to his back. Back to arms and scars, three scars extend from the fore arm to the upper arm; this is all on his left side. The right has one wound, curving around his shoulders.

His chest area does have a tinge of pudginess to it, but it's located somewhat around his belly. Next come his legs which look fairly unimpressive, but can pack a brutal kick as well not only due to lower body strength, but the hooves as well. The hooves look a little worn, the right being somewhat chipped near the middle.

Finally, his face which is comparable to a pigs; his snout is rather large, protruding somewhat forward, chin slacked back with tiny tusks protruding from the rim of his lip. His ears extend outwards, curving back just slightly. Finally, Rugnars eyes are just pitch black for the most part; not a lot of detail there.

Clothing/Armor:

Rugnar has two conventional styles of clothing - his town one involves shrouding himself in a swathe of white cloth which encompasses his shoulders and back, covering up any signs of being a Moblin, aside from his rather inhuman stature, of course. It allows for free movement, but not as much when he is lacking clothes in his usual wear. For extra combination, he also dons a white robe which allows him to obscure some of his face. Finally, the crowning piece of this all is the peculiar mask he wears. The face looks like a combination of a skull kids head and the helmet of a knight; nothing more to describe it, just use your imagination on this one.

Next, he goes commando!... that's just a saying; he will still wear his pants, but at most he is draped in nearly nothing, aside from his gauntlets. A spiky spaulder rests on his right shoulder which is usually in storage unless in the wilderness. Next comes the red scarf wrapped around his neck; seems rather flimsy and could easily be torn up at any second considering how shredded the bottom looks. To top that off, he is also wearing a carved charm that is in the shape of a claw.

Backstory:

Personality:

Weapons:
Rugnar's Gauntlets L1 - Dual Gauntlets, both colossal in size and unwieldy by anyone but Rugnar due to his massive hands. The weight is evenly distributed about the armor, allowing for balanced fighting. It has no outstanding mechanisms and a distinct lack of creativity when it comes to it, other than looking professionally forged. So they're both some basic gauntlets that were crafted as a way to safeguard someones hands. Maybe in the future, some improvements can be made to these iron fists... but for now, time to punch out!

Skills:
-His combat style is fairly simple - punch things until they stop moving. That's the general gist of it, nothing else! Rugnar just has his fists and wits to assist him in conflict, whatever that provides. Still, expect him to be able to use his fists as shields along with allowing him to bring certain weapons to a screeching halt... thank the oracles that these things are formidable.
-Rugnar is a close combat specialist, which means he is usually in the heat of things. Why? Because he is at the top of the chain when it comes to fisticuffs. The gauntlets he wears serves a purpose of making him hit harder, but at the same time, slow the Moblin down. Still, it would hurt like hell to be on the receiving end of his hands either way.
-Since he is sort of a wanderer of sorts, he understands the environment more than ever; shift in animals tell where there might be food or where not to delve into, what herbs could kill you through ingestion, etc. So more than anything, he can tell if something is wrong with a certain area.
-Understands how to read and write. He doesn't discuss the origins of how he learned to do this since most Moblins by culture are tailored to fight and pillage. This lead him to taking a different path and eventually drove him to traveling around the dual realms, to which he shows a growing interest in just generally everything. New worlds are open to him and he is certainly going to take advantage of this; knows minor tidbits and lore, but that's about it.
-Finally, he knows how to cook! Why else would he bring this spices around with him? Of course, it would be safe to assume that he stole them, but he understands how to preserve meat with them and myriads of other things, so it could possibly mean he knows how to make them too.

Magic:
None; he lacks proper training in magic, plus it's not like he would use it or anything. There's no need to rely on something complex when you can figure it out with more conventional items... like a lantern or a "knife" (sword)... hell, maybe even his own hands. No, not fists for causing destruction; things that require dexterity and precision!

Inventory:
"Dagger" (Short-Sword) - Whenever he needs to chop or dice something up, he refers to using this since it seems rather small. Fairly light to him.
Seed Satchel - One of the two bags he carries around; it carries the various seeds he has procured on his journey, though it is mainly filled with regular seeds, there looks to be a few mystical seeds in store; he has one of each seed, save for scent seeds which he has five of.
Regular Backpack - One of the two bags he carries around; used to carry other conventional items like his personal map, various charms, writing utensils, and a Diary which he uses to diagram his travels and various information.
Spice Container - A part of his regular bag; seems to be made up of items used in cooking, giving certain food various tastes. It is also capable of storing some food.
Bandages - White in coloration; is used to dress wounds.
Lantern - Always carried around with some oil in his inventory; used to light up the darkness around, whether it be a eerie cave or after the sun sets. Can be used to light things ablaze, even assailants, but it is a long shot.

Wallet: 50 Rupees

~The Legend of Zelda: The False Oracle~

Another contender I see? Well, there's no rest for the wicked! I need to finish this application up! Moblin time! Better think of a name.

Dangan Ronpa: Reloaded

That app looks fairly familiar, Biohazard. Were you by chance in that RP on Terraria's community forum of Dangan Ronpa?

@MechonRaptor

Ah, yes, that one.

Of course, Biohazard did not participate in that roleplay, but rather in another version on this website. I can confirm that Spriggs was a part of it too. In any case, I'm going to stop using sprites for now since they take too much time for me to put up.

Regardless, I should probably check how things are going over there...

Also, heya Vocab, you should totes join us.

Dangan Ronpa: Reloaded

-Joseph Takuma : Disconcerting Duress-

Slowly seeping into a dream, waking, seeking, seeing, dying, lying. Submerged in his own mind was the mixed mess of discomfort and duress. It felt despairing, like a nightmare... no, it was a nightmare to say the least. It always started with the imagined academy and upon entering was greeted with a gruesome sight - bar in hand, head beaten in, body desecrated to the point where it was unrecognizable. Joseph wanted to scream, but yet he found no strength to. And then and then, the face... that face.

It was teeming with psychotic ecstasy... or was it sheer jealousy? Regardless, they had a smile that made him comparable to a ravenous wolf dining on a meal they had subdued. Joseph couldn't take it... but why? That's what he always pondered upon. Backing away, he began to trudge away, before something different arose.

Josephs head was smashed hard by something, and it was as if he was now a watermelon. The ichor dripped out and the landscape turned even more surreal, with masks, happy and sad haunting him with memoirs of smiling people he once knew... who ended up melting into goop... and soon he felt the same. This was different than the other times; why was it prone to changing now? It itched... he pealed a piece of skin off... it hurt. All of it... it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt! Why, why, why, why, why?! WHY?!

It was at this singular moment he was aroused from his slumber.

---

Joseph's breathing was spiraling out of control, as it went in and out at a marginally swift rate. His lungs felt like they were on fire and his whole face was drenched in sweat... and the back of his head, no... his whole head was in pain, especially the back! Arising from his position, a disgruntled looking young man shoved himself up from the risers, rubbing the back of his head, shuffling around the follicles in the process, though it didn't make any difference. The only think that could be denoted was a large frown and darkness under his eyes.

He did not at all look content and appeared to be ready to cut a bitch... despite the contrary.

Still, taking a quick gander at his surroundings, he discovered other people about, awake before he was... and there were a couple who hadn't stirred. Still, an ear piercingly childish voice managed to garner the attention of Joseph, who winced in pain at how loud it was... then again, that could be a side effect from the ringing in his ears, but eh.

Looking up, he found a black and white doll standing erect on the stand, giving his or her explanation to everyone in thew vicinity. Was this thing a robot or something? Joseph heard about this accepting the cream of the crop, the best of the best, the talented, so that must of meant this bear was conceived by some person who was considered to be the best of the best in their field of creating robots! Yeah, that had to be it! Although, this robot was super annoying, looked rather aggressive, and was just... bleh.

Ooh, maybe he could learn how to make a robot too! That would be interesting! "Maybe I could create a robot that looks adorable and not sound as annoying as this... Monokuma thing!... wait" Oh, right, he just mentioned they were going to be stuck here for the rest of their lives. Before anyone could retaliate, the toy continued to explain at an exceptionally swift rate, saying that leaving is futile... unless they murdered someone...

What.

Eyes widening in surprised, Josephs hands were like claws of a tree, trembling as a brisk wind brushed across. Mouth slackened, he was completely dumbfounded. Did he or she really expect one of them to murder someone?! Wait, he did have notes! He heard about something... about acting? No, that's incorrect, it had to manifest with the psychology of people!... or was it general psychopathy? There were a lot of psychopaths in history that were conceded with myriads of things, but not limited by being caged... until they were caught and persecuted... and... wasn't Joseph forgetting something?

...

... oh, right, everything else. Other people exist, right.

Trials? You mean like court ones? Were they all going to be lawyers or detectives? ARGH, TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH! Breathing in and out and a slow rate, Joseph closed his eyes as he listened to the monologue, trying not to deceive himself that something peculiar was happening. Right now, he had to focus. "In and out, in and out, make the white noise become black..."

To reiterate, they had to murder someone to leave, lest they would be stuck here forever... seriously... that's incredibly inconvenient and stupid, even with the food it mentioned. There were other options like not believing the words of someone who was pulling their leg, or rather if it came to it, why not kill the one forcing them to do murder someone? Then they could leave, right? Opening his eyes, the final words spoken from that thing were uttered... and in the blink of an eye, it dissipated into thin air.

"... th-this is obviously a trick... insanity... no way anyone would stoop to abrasive lows to steal the soul of another being to quell their inert sense of panic," Joseph muttered to himself as he stared at each of the contenders around, departing from his resting place as he planted himself on the floors. Gazing around the place, he found some banners indicating their location... even though he did not want to admit it, this was the prestigious academy he was formally invited to.

... but why were things like this? Why?

Shoving his hand into his pockets, he attempted to find his cellphone, but that was for naught as the only thing available was this tablet. Procuring it, he studied it for a moment, but not before a voice disrupted the newly found silence. A boy who was just about as tall as he nervously stammered, seemingly nervous. Was he shy or was it the predicament they were all in? Still, another voice rang out who skipped to introductions over who she was, almost unfazed by this all.

Seriously?... then again, that bear-bot thing had no indication of telling the truth maybe as the only thing he knew about this place was the metal plates covering up some places and the facet that they only knew about the gym. It wouldn't hurt to check and analyze the place. Staring at the duo, eyes half opened, jaw slightly adjacent, he shrugged before taking a seat and watching the whole spectacle until his turn came.

Putting one of his thumbs to his lips, he began rubbing it against, learning about who the first person was, who proclaimed herself proudly as the Ultimate Engineer, Maya Mallik. She had darker skin than the rest of the awakened people, save for a couple of others... to top that off, she was wrapped in a robe that reminded him of someone being an Indian... not the Native Americans; there's a difference. She seemed somewhat... nice and mature about the whole thing instead of panicking. Reception was a bit cold and disconnected to him, but what did he know?

Next came a lovely young lady who he recalled being the Ultimate Chef! Deluxe delight's, scrumptious sustenance, and creative cuisines! Of course, he only saw her in cooking magazines, but she was certainly prettier up close then he could imagine. Of course, she seemed composed too, but that must meant she saw the light in this situation, like that cute, but ice cream coldish engineering missus!

Along with that, everyone else continued to give their full names, along with information regarding why they were accepted into this prestigious place. After identifying most, it seemed he was going to be the next to come. Standing up, he gave out quite a verbose yawn, as he stretched and approached the crowd of amazing people... whether they were known for infamy or their profession. Clearing his throat, he still looked provoked to a degree, though he had a smile on his face that might of caused some dissonance.

"Well, I guess it's my turn then, eheh," Joseph spoke as he waled forward, rubbing his eyes. Giving a small wave, he continued; "My name is Joseph Takuma, Ultimate Ma-" Before he could finish, there was quite a bit of wailing emanating from a truly despair filled individual who seemed to not take Monokuma's words lightly as he dashed out of the gym, much to the surprise of Joseph who seemed fairly off now to that little display.

"H-hey, wait!" Joseph called out, his hand reaching outwards as if to grab him, but alas, it was rather late seeing as the man had completely forsaken interacting with everyone and skipped to freaking out... which was understandable... there was a lot to sink it, especially the part about someone having to get axed. It was like something out of a horror movie and Mirai Nikki, except it lacked Yuno screaming Yuki 24/7, or a masked sociopath with a chainsaw.

Still...

"Uhm... introductions aside for a sec since we all seem rather content at the mome; should we actually believe that bears words? For the most part, it could be lying..." Joseph shrugged as he procured his handbook and began using its functions for the most part. Toying with it, he eventually found the map function and turned it to that, swiping the screen, he began to look at the locations before walking to the gyms exit. He would be lying if he said he wasn't worried about how that other man was dysfunctional over the speech...

Maybe some good cheer could come up.

"I'll learn about the rest of you later, I'm gonna check up on that one dude," Joseph said, giving a wave and a smile under the layers of fear and discontentment. Opening the door, he disappeared into the next room... and was greeted with the same dude leaning against the wall, eyes closed.

"Heya, you ok?" Approaching the man, Joseph immediately stood in front of him, his voice sounding almost droll and irked. Staring him down, the boy awaited an answer as he put one of his hands to his hips.

Dangan Ronpa: Reloaded

I really need to get to bed cuz the morrow is going to be a busy day for me, with research for ASL shtuff, posting, and other stuff.

Guess our despair inducing trip starts now.

I'm quite curious to see who the mastermind is in the end... also, no sprites fer now since I'm on my tab. Welp, later.

[CLOSED] Pokemon: Shadow of Nemesis -- The Reboot!

And that is my cue to work on Terra's "App" before doing the LoZ one.

Which begs the question of what race I want to play as...

~The Legend of Zelda: The False Oracle~

So far I like both suggestions and I am gonna drop the copying thing since it doesn't sound feasible.

Cannon is meh because close range. Also, MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA.

... I should really dig up some of these old games and start playing them again xD

Anyways, the next decision is figuring out what race to roll as - Human, Moblin, or Stalfos...

[CLOSED] Pokemon: Shadow of Nemesis -- The Reboot!

So, I'ma just say I'ma post tomorrow so you guys need to post and do whatever you guys were gonna do.

@Savo
That means you may lose your chance to nab that geodude, Savo, so I'd suggest you hurry it up.

@Rune_Alchemist

Thankfully, I have finished that stuff through copypastaing the post and editing the crap out of it! Yes, I was a lazy bastard and took part of it from the previous rp, but now it is finished!

...

So yeah, I'm going to bed; I have a dental appointment tomorrow, so deuces!

~The Legend of Zelda: The False Oracle~

You could do something with the Digging Gloves if you want to pursue a martial arts character like that. That way he can use the clawed gauntlets for fighting and scaling walls as needed. Make sure to throw in a Grip Ring too for extra wall climbing goodness. You also get to like dig burrows and shit like that too bro, might be cool. You never know! I'm flexible, just let me know if that's not really what you're thinking and I'll see what I can do.

@Tip Tappers

Not quite what I was thinking of, but I was thinking more of gauntlet comparable to... lets see, who was that boss from spirit tracks... Ah, right Byrne and his clawed hand! I was thinking of having him use something similar to that in a hook-shot sort of way, except have two gauntlets of sorts. Catch would be he wouldn't be able to effectively use rings, barring him from magic, and instead forcing him to rely on his own techniques, possibly copying a few others... hum... maybe his "magic"/ability could be to copy what someone does if it is in the range of possibilities?

Eh, I'll expand on and alter this tomorrow I guess; still need to finish up the rest of that post before I can even work on a character for this xD

Still, digging claws, in my opinion don't match his forte, at least for now since it deviated from the main concept in my head. I'll think about using it if I can't go with the original idea I had.