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My entry for a human character


Moved away from the idea of a more modern monster to this concept, let me know if it doesn't fit or anything needs changed etc


Oooh, interesting

What are limits/guidelines on monster origins? Are they all ancient or are we allowed modern mutations and the like? Or maybe an ancient monster affected/mutated by modern means

Also second @Kingoftheskies question
Sorry for absence guys but I'm still about
It seemed simple enough. Too simple? Neras pondered to himself as he rifled through his meager chest of belongings, dismaying at the empty bottle he found. If only he had a spell to summon wine...As a rule he was used to travelling light and took only basic travel provisions, few spare spell-scrolls and an apple for the journey. At the bottom of his chest he unclasped a small box and took out a quill from inside. Such a simple thing but he'd gone through a lifetime of trouble to get hold of it. Useful if used creatively, it was a simple mission? He pocketed the quill and headed out to the courtyard to join the rest.

As he stepped out Neras almost bumped into Kalon, a mage who's paranoia seemed almost to rival his own.

"Ah, sorry." Neras muttered apologetically, looking the man up and down as he did. He still didn't have a read on this one. "So, somewhere a group of villagers is out there totally unaware that Flavia is about to descend on them." He said wistfully. "Can't help but wonder why she's no longer a legionary?"
@CitrusArms No sorry, I shoulda checked back the thread myself haha
"Thanks, you know I do feel safer." It wasn't a lie, Sean did feel calmer now he'd stepped off the boat, dry land was reassuring; he'd made it. Though he still couldn't quite work out this ranger, maybe she was just naturally inquisitive? Or intuitive he couldn't help thinking. He needed to be more careful, couldn't match that suspicious person profile. "Sorry I feel a bit silly now, worrying about some trouble in a different region. The Rorie Islands are pretty crime free I suppose?"

"No that's fine." Sean was kicking himself for not thinking up a less conspicuous story beforehand, he'd ran off the same day as the robbery...didn't exactly look great. "I guess you could say that." He decided the best lies had a grain of truth in them. "We do, The Indigo Plateau. It's actually renowned for being one of the toughest leagues there is, some of the best trainers in the world came from there...but." He paused, not wanting to get too worked up incase he said too much. "Thing in Kanto is, it's all about how strong you are, all it's ever about. Prominent trainers and gym-leaders get praised so much you'd think they ruled the place. Everyone is trying to get you to run this same race that not everyone is good at. And the moment anyone tries to change that, do things differently, stand up to the status-quo..." Sean trailed off looking back over the sea.

"I guess I came all the way out here, to escape sure, but to see if there was another way to do things. I want to get strong, but I want to do it my way." And when I do go back, there'll be hell to pay.

Sean started as he felt a hand on his shoulder and for a frantic moment he almost dropped the pokeball he was holding. It took a moment to compose himself, quickly pocketing the ball, he gave a woman a weak smile.

"No, I ah, just a little nervous." He glanced back to the tv inside the lounge for a moment. "First time away from home." He added hastily, then he saw her jacket and his eyes widened. "You're a ranger..." He felt his stomach drop out of him. How?! He'd been careful, so careful, how could they of found him?

But then Shaun's brain kicked in to gear. This woman wasn't in full uniform, if she was here to arrest him she'd have handcuffs and backup, not a gentle hand and reassuring words. His nerves were eating away at him and he needed to calm down. "...It would make me feel a lot safer with you around, thanks." Sean managed a smile to the woman and made to leave off the ship with her.

"It just gets to me that people out there do things like that." He tried then not to seem overly inquisitive. "How do you guys track them down?"

@CitrusArms
Lucas's eyes darted about trying to catch a glimpse of them, he scrambled up the mudded path, feet slipping, clothes ripped and tears streaming down his bloodied face. They'd all been left stupefied as the Brotherhood brought down Paradise Falls, he and his friends had all watched it happen, watched as the metal-men left. But they'd never seen the trees coming. Now his friends were all dead. A branch caught his foot and he tripped.

The world spun as Lucas rolled down the embankment, stone and earth battered him until he came to a sudden stop. Then nothing, he stared up at the sky and realised with relief how sweet living truly was, even in a nuclear wasteland. 'Lucky Lucas' they'd called him, he'd left to meet a caravan shortly before megaton erupted, hidden from super-mutants and now he'd run from the ghosts. He pushed himself up to his feet and began brushing himself off, thinking how this would be quite a tale to tell-

A sharp sudden tightness was in his chest and Lucas stumbled backwards. He grasped feebly at the arrow now protruding out from him and screamed noiselessly. Then Lucky Lucas fell, for the last time.

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Linden lowered his bow. [That's the last of them.] He signalled to the others and the four of them slunk back to survey the ruins of Paradise Falls. The Brotherhood Outcasts were as efficient as he remembered from his time among them, the once thriving slave-market was now desolate and devoid of life. God was dead and now paradise had fallen. This had been foreseen, that was how he'd known to be here, but what he didn't know was why? The Outcasts had no love for slavers, but they were not direct enemies either and unless they'd stumbled across some technology, what warranted this assault?

“It is as the Bloomseer said.” Branchtender Maple spoke coming up to the left of Linden, a light rain had began to pepper the hooded figures. “War is coming to the wasteland.” Linden frowned but nodded. He'd renounced violence once, they all had. But then the Wanderer came and burnt their god to ash. Peace had been replaced with rage in the Oasis. Pacifism did not survive the wasteland and he now had to protect against plasma and power-armour and vastly superior number with sticks and stones.

“Gather the bodies of the slavers and the witnesses.” Linden spoke softly but with an edge. “Riddle the dead with arrows and pile them in the centre in the form of a tree. We must make it so the Wasteland believes we did this, their's will be a sacrifice to the Oasis.”

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Every night she saw him burn. Felt his death, his pain, crying out to her. Even a dead god it seemed could dream. An ever present reminder of her failure had made her resolute, more so than she'd thought possible in her old age. Their spiritual guides had failed them, the Treeminders answered to her now. She had grown and guided the Oasis. And she would make things right.

But now as she looked upon the ashen husk of Harold it was not him that she thought of. She had awoken last night to a vision, she'd had such since she was girl; one had lead her to this very Oasis. Men in suits of armour awakened an ancient sleeper. She ran an old hand softly over Harold's gnarled cheek. They needed the sleeper, he was the key. And she seen the lock also, though didn't know it's meaning: Vault 108.
"Reports are coming in now of a theft from the the Silph-Co depot. Police are yet to release any information regarding suspects but it's believed the perpetrators stole a former prototype project, possibly a pokemon however-"

Sean chewed his lip nervously as he watched the TV from across the deck lounge. He was fine, he was great, everything had gone perfectly to plan...so then why was he trembling? Clutched tightly in his sweaty palm was a pokeball, his first ever pokemon inside, stolen. He'd had this planned out for months based on his father's old designs, but a part of him never seriously believed he would go ahead with it.

Sean got to his feet abruptly and headed outside, almost bowling into a few people on the way, the nerves were eating away at him and he needed air. Grasping the railings he leaning over the side of the ship and took in deep breaths. There was no going back now.
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