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W-wha-

It's an interesting concept, but people of the future must be fucked up beings to keep other humans as a pet. Anyways, will there be a bloody, violence-filled rebellion brought on by the 'pets'?
Guns r evul

It's mostly a pet peeve of mind. Variety. Basically, if we're gonna be in a group, I'd think that it would be beneficial for everyone to have different types, but Ill see how this goes. ^^
psh zombie

and my mind immediately said 'OMG LARVITAR'...but your danged rule! Argh! No matter, me and Elekid will start a rebellion. Down with the Emperor!
;) Yeah, I totally didn't think that this was coming back, hehe. The thing I'm stuck on is Pokemon, however. Elekid is badass and all, but I don't think that he fits...ya know? I've thought of Machop, but I don't really like pure Fighting-types. Plus it looks TOO much like an actual boy. Hnnng~
Nice to see ya again, Jag. Ah, and Raddum, I changed the Mach Punch. Mostly put it on there since Elekid's trainer is, well , Raizo. Though I'm thinking of changing a few things later.
Name: Artemis 'Art' Demorias

Age: Twelve years of age. (12)

Year: 1st Year.

House: It was a choice between Ravenclaw or Slytherin. In the end, it was chosen as Ravenclaw.

Status: Pure-Blood.

Appearance: Artemis is a rather...'formal' looking male, with a naturally slanted nose, and a pale, angular face, though due to his age it's still losing some of it's original baby fat. His eyes are a bright, yet calmed black, seemingly taking in and analyzing everything. Art's hair is rather odd as well. A shade of peculiar white, lightly folding between his coal-like eyes and naturally rolling down his head and hiding his ears; a wonderful canvas of pure-white hair hair set into a natural 'slicked-back' hairstyle. He stands within the average height of a child his age, if not a tad smaller, his body-form both slender and fit from dieting and common exercise, more often then not the exercise ends up being jogging or swimming. When not in school, Artemis wears slim black jeans, white and black designer shoes, a form-fitting Polo shirt that's coal-grey in color, along with a black watch that signifies his House. While in school, however, the boy wears the regular robes other people wear, except he got one a tad to small for him deliberately, so that the sleeves weren't draping and annoying.

Personality: Art is rather...distant, once you actually meet him the first time. Easily dismissive of anyone other than people he find worth talking to or interacting with, and a rather mocking, sharp, and sarcastic person once forced to interact with someone loud or, in his eyes, annoying. He has no trouble making friends; his rather...soft, monotonic voice could be hypnotizing when enforced, and his seemingly regal, yet quiet appearance does little to run off any potential friends. No, what sets him apart from possible friendships is, as you guessed it, his actual personality. Naturally quiet and calm-headed, Artemis tends to think things through quickly and calculatingly, a tribute to his immensely tactical and intelligent mind frame. He could be seen as cold and brutally honest, due to him not pussy-footing over insults or wordings, but if you actually manage to befriend him then be prepared for an overly-protective guardian. Once with friends and not strangers, Artemis's personality subtly shifts; he becomes more...'chilled' instead of 'frigid', and could be a kind, warm-hearted gentleman, a lot more laidback then his previous posture, and a general treat to be around. When not among friends, and with strangers, Artemis tends to keep to himself, either reading a book or practicing spells that he otherwise didn't know, or spells that he is average with. When there's something to do, Art does it with the utmost efficiency and sharpness, though he could sometimes be lazy and mess something up if he believes it to be unworthy or a waste of time, which, most of the time, it ends up being. Despite his flaws and strengths, Artemis is a big 'softie' on the inside, liking companionship and friendship even if it seems as if he doesn't at times.

History: Artemis originally came from a two-parented family of three; him, his mother, and his father. His mother and father were both pure-blood, and had an amazingly wide variety of spell knowledge and history when it came to the Wizarding World. Even though they stayed in the Muggle Realm, they still kept in touch with their former colleagues from Hogwarts, and in turn was able to convert their Magical money into regular pounds. Due to this, and their rather...substantial amount of money they had in their Vaults, Artemis's parents were able to afford a large compound-like mansion somewhere in London, where Artemis grew up. Now, on his twelth birthday, he was sent a Hogwarts letter.

Wand: 10", long and slender, made of Ebony wood and a Snow Phoenix feather.

Pet: Artemis has a pet Snow Bunting, a former hunting sparrow/bird. It delivers mail and such for him, along with being independent. Is mostly silent and out hunting, though at times it could suddenly appear on Art's shoulder, almost like magic.

Family: Frodo Demorias - Father ....... Mackenzie Demorias - Mother

Favorite Spell: Glacius - A spell that has the ability to cast ice/snow from the user's wand, in various formations. He is also fond of the 'Cutting Hex'.

Other: ---
Name: Raizo 'Rai' Montgomery

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance: Standing at a decent 6 feet 1, with powerful, lean muscles built from past fights and constant travels, Raizo is what you would call a 'lean, mean, training machine'. His skin is lightly tanned from sleeping under the sun, and his fists and face is a bit scarred from some rather...tough times in the past. A naturally rugged, eager grin is usually found on his face, framed slightly by wild, spiky black hair and focused, yet glaring brown eyes.

Raizo's clothes aren't fancy, as he prefers to keep them light and practical. Tough cargo pants, coal-black in color acts as his bottoms, while he wears durable brown and yellow sleek trainers. His shirt is a tight white fit with a black leather jacket over it, constantly unzipped with dark yellow patches on the elbows and shoulders. His bag is white in color, tossed over his shoulder carefully, while his Poke-Balls are on a magnetized belt located around his waist. The appearance of a hardened teenager with a chip on his shoulder.

Personality: On the outside, Raizo is what could be considered as 'brash'. Growing up in a rough neighborhood where he has to fend for himself almost on a day to day basis, it tends to make one rugged and tough as nails, for only the strong survive. He has quite a fiery and determined attitude, easily coming off as rude due to his blunt demeanor. When it comes to those he respects or doesn't mind, may it be friend or pokemon, he is a bit nicer and a little more respective, even if the words sometimes are rowdy or vulgar. Despite Raizo's apparent rock-like headeasy-to-anger behavior, he is far from an idiot. Street-smarts and battle-hardened instincts has given him an edge in battle, allowing him to come up with brutal, yet efficient and cunning tactics and strategies on the spot. This helps him with moves as well, as he constantly comes up with different moves and fighting techniques for his Pokemon, even if they aren't for that specific type. Generally a rugged, tough trainer that enjoys practical movements and battling. Rai hates abuse, neglect, or thieving with a passion, and if possible would take care of the offender with haste.

History: Born in the dusty streets of Gringey City, Raizo's mother died shortly after birth, sadly, and his father automatically went depressed mode. This ended up in the child having to fend for himself as soon as he was old enough to. The neighborhood kids and gangs were no better either, fights and robbery were frequent. Raizo was no different nor excluded from the occasional violence that erupted here and there.

There wasn't small gangs around each corner where kids were beaten up or pokemon abused for losing a battle. Being robbed of their possessions, it was a rough life indeed. In order to survive, the young man had to make a decision, to join a small gang and fit in, or be an outcast and attacked for it. While he never went into the extremes such as killing another or jumping a poor, defenseless old man, Raizo had done theft, made threats, gotten into his fair share of scuffles that landed him in the hospital occasionally. But he quickly learned not to back down into a corner when someone was trying to beat the living shit out of you.

As time went on, he graduated from grade to grade, climbing his way up the latter until he can graduate and move onto secondary school. Well, that might as well be a pip dream, he had no money for such thing. And his father surely had no interest in his son's education, not when there was alcohol to buy and spend a day out of the week picking fights with his son. Raizo had began to lose faith in ever escaping the hate-filled life he lived in. Until a glimmer of hope, a small candle lit in a dark room, came to surface. The one thing that could help him escape the darkness and change his life around, a new meaning and purpose: Pokemon.

Many pokemon were often seen throughout Kanto, whether they be wild or abandoned whenever not accompanied by a human. Originally, Raizo held a pip dream that he'd go to visit one of the professors of Kanto to receive his first pokemon. A grass type, a water type, or a fire type. The ruffian had different ideas tossed about, whether or not it'll be a water type or a fire type he'll go with. At least, until he traveled near the edge of a large, rancourous cave where a group of punk kids were ganging up on an Elekid. Despite the rumored strength of this pokemon, he was outnumbered. His heart and anger set ablaze by this sight, Raizo ran in with a pipe at hand. Between the two, the small group was dispersed followed by a symphony of spiteful words. The Elekid turned to Raizo, eternally grateful for his assistance and furthermore impressed by his actions, and decided to keep the male company. It didn't take a psychic type to figure out Raizo could use a friend.

This friendship took off in a direction that was unfamiliar and well needed in the boy's life. Even though Elekid wasn't human, he was close enough. He understood basic communication, was a listening ear, and didn't need anything in return. A genuine friendship. With a pokemon of his own, the male decided it was time to go out on his own after finishing his education. To go to the a truer part of the map to become a licensed pokemon trainer, and thus begin his own life with his Pokemon. And more importantly, to get out of this hell hole.

Starter Pokemon: Elekid, the Electric-type Pokemon.

Other: A character I've been stewing around with on another site, though with a few edits.
Species: Elekid

Level: 6. (Thought that it fit. I'll change it if you'd like, however.)

Gender: Male.

Ability: Static - Though random and only slightly rare, this ability causes any Pokemon whom attacks Elekid with a phyisical move to be paralyzed due to the static coursing through the electric-type's body.

Moves: Quick Attack, Leer, Thunder Shock.

Summary: Elekid was, as stated in the biography, met during his fight against a few punks. He was only around level 1 at that time, and was getting his butt kicked by the snotty little dickwads. He was later saved by Raizo, and due to the honor and strenth he felt rolling off of the teenager, decided to join him in his journey. Elekid is a focus, determined Pokemon, the almost carbon copy of it's trainer. He loves both training and battling, and wants to become the best of the best, no holds barred. Forget weakness; he abhors it, and wants nothing to do with it. Pure strength and will!
Ehhh...Vincent here. Kinda sad that my original character was deleted, but I'll cook up a new one in a bit I think. Nice to see ya again, Raddum.
Name: Sven 'Edge' Wattson

Gender: Male

Age: 19, though he appears younger.

Parents: Unknown, though they are deceased.

Powers: Edge's body, on the day of his birth, went through a unique, if not unwelcomed change. His body was filled exponentially with some sort of dark, flickering energy that turned the pigment of his skin to a pale white, giving him a sickly-tone while both his eyes and hair became rather...weird. He has control over the unique energy that has rudely housed his body, so his power is a form of Darkness manipulation. Rather, the chaotic energy that houses his body has given him a unique enhancement to all physical and mental attributes -

His speed (Can run, at the most, 90 MPH. At this rate, his legs become similar to wisps of shadows, which also allows levitation/flying)

His strength (Has been seen picking up full-fledged trucks without struggle - Can apparently lift more than 20 tons at max.)

And his agility/flexibility/dexterity (Edge can do a lot of feats that would make even a professional acrobatic jealous)

He can also use the energy in bursts and physical representation, example being slashing his hand through the air, causing a lightning-quick, almost unseeable slash of dark matter to slice through the air, cutting into flesh as if it was a knife made of corrosive, yet razor-sharp energy. He can also form blades/knives of dark energy over his hands and feet, to use as an extension of his body, or he can send out razor-sharp tentacles out of various parts of his body, along with shooting out small bullets from his fingers or mouth, almost like a gun. Along with this is the ability of treating the Darkness as a sort of catalyst, allowing him to send energy through the ground and air to use as tangible and intangible physical constructs. (Barriers, Walls, Scouters, and Road Spikes). This also means wide-to-short range teleportation, via his own Shadows, along with the Shadows of the thing he's attempting to teleport to.

Appearance: Edge is a rather...unnatural looking male, appearing at the average height of 5'10 with a lithe, almost frail frame that hides the sinewy muscles underneath his unnaturally pale skin. He has slight bags under his eyes, from going days upon days of not sleeping. His hair is an obsidian-black, falling limply down his neck and head in spiky, feathery locks. Though his eyes are usually covered by stray strands of hair, they are obviously a deep black, similar to his hair, with the supposed whites of his eyes an obvious black as well, while his posture is deliberately slouched. Usual clothing consists of a half-mask, black in color, that resembles a surgeon's safety mask. He wears a tattered, sleek hoodie that looks as if it was a straitjacket before (Made of tangible darkness - Semi-resistant to most blunt and piercing weapons, while slashing threats will only damage the immediate appearance of the hoodie.), along with loose white cargo's and soft leather boots. A bag is slung over his shoulders. Filled with what? No one knows.

Personality: Edge has always been an apathetic and calm individual. He doesn't involve himself socially too often unless the situation proves the need to be, and even then he is very calculating, always observing the situation at hand and picks the best route to go about without having to expend too much effort that isn't needed. When he is with the Darkness, and no body else, this is perhaps when he is most at peace. Has been known to show extremely sociopathic qualities; a dark, gory sense of humor, no empathy nor sympathy, and seems to relish in other people's pain. Has the tendency to occasionally break out in evil chuckles, and if one were to look under his mask they would see an evil, sharp-toothed grin that would chill most to the bones.
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