Yankee

Pokemon: Shadows of Orre

"Whooooa check this place out Bo, I was starting to think they didn't have any water in this region!"

The enthusiastic voice came from a girl standing just outside Phenac City's entrance. The girl was on the shorter side, with long fluffy hair tied behind her head and wearing a thin tan shawl - something she'd bought off of a local when they insisted on it. Apparently the sun could get pretty brutal in Orre. It didn't seem too different from the Desert Resort back home though, so the girl hadn't minded it. Speaking of the desert, the newly arrived trainer, Zita, held a small, round and red Pokemon above her head. It was a Darumaka, a species that thrived in hot and harsh climates, and this one was practically vibrating in excitement. When it's little body wiggles got too much to handle, Zita let the little Pokemon go and it landed in the sand before taking off straight into town.

Zita giggled and shook her head, but followed the Darumaka in anyway. It would be easy enough to find him again, just follow the trail of people that complained about nearly tripping over a little fiery ball of energy. That, or eventually he'd find his way back on his own. Bo was like that.

The air inside the city was noticeably cooler that outside, which only made sense but still delighted the girl. She barely took the time to marvel at Phenac's beautiful fountains and architecture though, making her way straight to the nearest public bulletin where she hoped to find a town map of some kind. Nearby, citizens and tourists alike chatted about Pokemon and trainers. It seemed there was some kind of gym here, which was good news for Zita. Getting her start in a backwoods region like Orre was exactly what she'd come here for. Though... she didn't exactly know the difference between a gym and a stadium, but either way the more battles the merrier!

"Okay," she said to herself, satisfied after studying the town's layout, "I need something to eat!"

World of Light

Word Count: 421 (+1 exp)
Level: 4 - Total EXP: 30/40
Location: Guild Hall, Lumbridge, Land of Adventure

After making sure that the armored dog would be looked after and everyone else got to where they needed to go around town, Ace Cadet was left with a little time to himself before the planned meeting time. He didn't do well sitting still, so eventually he found himself on the outskirts of Lumbridge again, digging up plants to use for his potions. Sure, he already had some life powders and the rest of the crew was doing their own preparations as far as healing went, but it didn't hurt to be over-prepared, right? If there was even such a thing.

He found some suitable herbs, crushed them and stuffed them into bottles. The whole affair didn't take very long, so next on the to-do list was... recollect his Slinger! Now that everyone had made their way out of the casino, it was time to return to it's rightful owner! He knew that a few of their party had used it, but seeing as it'd been passed around, tracking the device down would probably take a little time. On his way back into town, the Cadet noticed that the monster truck was gone. He blinked in surprise and looked up, shielding his eyes against the "sun." Wait, is that really the sun? I've been hearing some weird stuff lately, so maybe it's not? Can I tell time with it? The young man's thoughts rolled quickly through his head, eventually coming to the conclusion that it must have been getting close to the meeting time if someone had fetched the Grimm.

The trail to find his Slinger led Cadet around the entirety of Lumbridge before he was finally pointed back toward the Guild Hall. Apparently whoever had used it last was kind enough to leave it with the Guildmarm. The hunter made his way into the building, looking just a little flustered before he spotted everyone gathered and coughed into his fist before putting on his brightest smile.

"Almost time, huh?" he said conversationally, going quickly to the Guildmarm's counter and claiming his equipment. He strapped the Slinger back onto his wrist, looking over it briefly not for damage but out of some fondness for it. His final task complete, the Cadet joined the group. He was quite chipper, happy to see all of them despite it only having been a few hours, but he noticed the princess' solemn mood and thought it right to give her some optimistic words. "Hey, as long as we Wacha each other's backs, we'll be fine!"

Ask the Person Below You a Question v2

What is your favorite drink? Can be alcoholic.

@Exit

Iced tea, hands down. A super American thing, apparently? A very sweet, cold iced tea is just the best in my opinion. Emphasis on sweet. I don't generally enjoy "tea" in general, a sin to certain people I know, but a sweet fruity tea on ice is very nice~

What's something from your past some might consider embarrassing but you have fond memories of, or are proud of? A project or art piece maybe? Or an awkward first meeting with a friend, something like that?

Pokemon: Shadows of Orre

I'm still around if you guys are, just been dealing with some stuff like everyone else these past few crazy days.

Intertwined | Pokemon

Flynn

"Do you ever wish things were... different...?"

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Name:

Flynn Arata

Age:

18

Gender:

Non-binary

Appearance:

Clear skin, tall and slim, with a boyish face and long hair, Flynn had done a lot of growing up since the last time whey were in New Bark Town. As a child they were small, messy hair always cut short and more frequently than not they were streaked with dirt as they played with their group of friends. There was always a smile on their face. That smile is rarely seen nowadays. Their bright eyes, though somewhat dimmed over the years, is the most familiar thing about them.

Flynn most often dresses in a furred traveling cloak. Underneath it, quality clothes that cling to their skin, betraying an elegant, if somewhat boxy figure. They wear ribbons in their hair as a force of habit, but often remove them throughout the day.

Personality:

Reserved, but surprisingly stubborn. Flynn spent most of their life obeying their grandmother's orders, but they ran away hoping to change that aspect of themself. They are unfailingly polite even through their stubbornness, and can border on being passive aggressive when arguing, but unless pushed to the edge Flynn won't cause a scene. Though they often fail, Flynn does try and come off friendlier and more helpful than they actually feel.

Short Biography:

Flynn was a happy child, spending the first ten years of their life in New Bark Town, growing up amongst other children and Pokemon alike. Their raw joy for life and Pokemon was unrivaled. Looking back, Flynn would say they were the best years of their young life.

At eleven years old, the Arata family moved to their ancestral home of Ecruteak after Flynn's father became too ill to support them in New Bark. Flynn had come from a long line of shrine maidens and dancers, commonly known as "Kimono Girls," on their mother's side. Unbeknownst to many outside of Ecruteak, it was a harsh lifestyle. Training day and night, both the mind and the body. Posture, fluid movements, even making sure minute turns of the head were polite and beautiful. Dancing until their feet were bruised from the effort. Keeping their bodies ready for performances, wrapping themselves tight in elegant silken robes. All for the sake of trying to entice Ho-Oh, the legendary Pokemon, to return to it's tower.

Flynn's father had become smitten with their mother and whisked them away from that life... but in the light of his failing health, the family had little choice than to move back to Ecruteak and into their family's large estate. From their, Flynn's grandmother took them away for kimono training. They had a lot to catch up on after all.

It was horrible, miserable, all of Flynn's days consisted of dance dance dance and worship worship worship, all for some Pokemon they had never seen and frankly, was starting to doubt existed. Everything was ingrained into their brain, and although they made a wonderful dancer, the one fault they had was that they were never quite able to appear happy while dancing, only neutral at best.

At sixteen, Flynn was given a Pokemon. The past five years Flynn had barely even seen a Pokemon, but now apparently they were a good enough dancer that they could begin training with one. It was an Oddish. Said to evolve into the beautiful Bellossom, the perfect dancing partner. Needless to say, Flynn didn't want anything to do with it. The Oddish tried very hard to bond with her trainer, but Flynn had closed themselves off a while ago. Sure, they did grow closer over the next too years, but one couldn't really call them true partners. Flynn picked and ripped the Oddish's leaves whenever they were stressed or anxious, which was most of the time.

The breaking point came just after Flynn's eighteenth birthday while training with the other dancers for an annual ceremony. Oddish, who'd eventually been given the name Iris, was twirling in the studio with a few of the other Pokemon. It tripped over it's own feet and crashed into another Pokemon, which fell into another, and so on, until the lead dancer toppled over and twisted her ankle pretty badly. There was a lot of yelling, anger and blame being thrown about. Worries about the ceremony. The next best dancer was Flynn, but many protested them taking up the lead due to their Pokemon being the cause of the accident. Tears were shed by some, vicious words shared from others, until finally Flynn ran back to their family's estate, packed a single tote bag and ran from the city.

It's time to take control of my own life, Flynn thought. The headed South, unknowingly heading toward New Bark. A few days after leaving, Flynn was surprised to see Iris running after them. The Pokemon actually looked happy to see them, beat up a bit but happy all the same. It had followed after Flynn and was looking for them all that time. Honestly, it broke Flynn's heart - they felt something other than indifference for a Pokemon for the first time in many years. They cradled the Oddish and continued on, eventually arriving in New Bark just as their old group of friends was gathering to travel the region.

Pokemon:

Oddish: Iris

Name: Iris
Species: Oddish
Gender: Female
Ability: Run Away
Personality: Obedient, if a bit clumsy and at times nervous. Iris has a big heart and loves helping people after she gets to know them.

Reason for Traveling with Main Group:

Flynn wants to fall in love with Pokemon again. They want to be free to see the world and try and connect with the person they used to be. And, deep down, they want to know if all of their training was for nothing, if Ho-Oh and the other Legendary Pokemon were real and if they were, did humans even matter to them. They need a purpose, and feel compelled to find one.

Relationships:

• Franklin Arata
  • Father, passed away when Flynn was fifteen. Loved him very much.
• Kikyo Arata
  • Mother, a very passive person, not that close with Flynn.
• Aika Arata
  • Grandmother, controlling but genuinely loves Flynn. Can't say the feeling is mutual.

Other:

Color is #DC143C
Has a travel bag of random clothes, including their dance outfit which happened to already be in the bag.
More interested in Legendary Pokemon than they want to be. Maybe because of the years spent studying them, Flynn feels drawn to know more.

SPIRITUM

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Despite Sam's best - or worst - intentions, and everyone's apparent assumption, Zak wasn't aiming for the potholes. Honest. Still, Sam's humor was infectious, and the red head couldn't help but start to nod along with the other man's countdown however short lived it was. The sound of the glass shattering didn't even seem to reach their driver's ears above the beats of the music, the bobbing of Zak's head to Sam's voice easily transitioning to follow the sound of the drums in the song.

His thoughts were half-focused on trying to recall the lyrics, and half on the road ahead. He didn't spare any glances into the vehicle's mirrors, figuring the rest of them could take care of themselves - or at the very least, a few of them could. Besides, there was no one else on the road at the moment. Very good luck for the squad of friends. Speaking of, Zak glanced over at Galahad again, intending to thank the blonde for snagging the truck for them in the first place, but just as he opened his mouth Sorin's voice cut through the rest of the noise.

"Already?" he asked, bemused. He turned his head to try and get a look, sending the truck right into yet another dip in the road. "Oh for the love of - " Thankfully Sam's magic helped a little, but it didn't stop the occupants from jostling a little. Honestly he thought it was only a matter of time before one of them got up to something like this, got hurt a bit, which was a reason he was grateful that Sorin tagged along with them even if Otto couldn't make it... but come on it had barely been half a day!

Zak scrutinized the suspended map. They were really close to Sappl Springs. It would probably be better if they could make it there before having to stop, even with an injury. He'd hate to get on Sorin's bad side but...

"Can you hold out a few more minutes? I'll punch it 'till we get to the next town. Just uh, hold on."

With a determined hum Zak shifted the gear stick and pressed his foot nearer to the floor, pushing the gas pedal with it. Couldn't keep the crew waiting after all.

Mirror Fantasia - (Multiverse Battle Royale)

who could have seen this coming

諏訪貴弘

Takahiro Suwa

"Hey, heroes are the best, but if I command a bunch of cool heroes, what does that make me?"

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A g e :

12

P e r s o n a l i t y :

Takahiro is an excitable, rambunctious child about to make his middle school debut. He's a good student, always does what his mother tells him to, plays sports and has a group of friends - but like most kids his age, he is very much into superheroes. His family makes a comfortable living, so Takahiro never has issues keeping up with the latest hero shows, action movies, and popular games... even if sometimes he chews through them pretty fast in order to move onto the next one. He's young, he has a lot of energy to spare, so most of his recreation involved player soccer after school and meeting up with his classmates to have grand imaginary adventures as sentai rangers fighting make-believe villains. Of course, Takahiro always called being the leader of the good guys. Maybe because he's pretty athletic for his age on top of being mostly friendly, that he's usually successful in claiming the leader role. However, a lot of middle schoolers are growing up and moving onto mobile games nowadays. Not to be left behind, Takahiro joined in. He plays a few, but Mirror Fantasia is sure to be his favorite. At his age, Takahiro thinks he knows everything, and if he gets shown up he's likely to get upset, but for the most part he's a good kid with a mild competitive streak that loves all things heroic and cool.

E l e m e n t :

Fire

Explanation

"Because fire is the best one! Duh! All the best heroes have some kind of fire powers! And flames and stuff on their outfits! It's so cool! Red is the best color too, and fire is red! It's a primary color, do you know what that means? It can make more colors! And it's the start of a rainbow! You know the leader of the sentai is always red too! And even the main pretty cures use f-- AAAH wait!! Forget I said that last part!!"

C a n t a t i o n :

FIRE BLAST!
A basic conjuring of fire. Takahiro almost exclusively uses it to hurl at enemies, but it could also be used to light up dark areas, create a barrier of flame, used as a distraction by catching other things on fire, etc... but then again, just throwing a fireball is pretty cool, isn't it?

E n c h a n t m e n t :

SUPER POWER-UP!
A supporting skill for when a hero needs just a little bit more of a push to beat the villain. For a limited time, Takahiro can grant a '+' modifier to one of his hero's stats. He can push this ability, though pushing it gives it a cool-down. When pushed, Takahiro can manually redistribute his hero's stat points. Both effects last a brief period of time before hero's stats return to normal.

T r u m p :

TRANSFORM! BECOME THE ULTIMATE HERO!!
The most ultimate of a hero's abilities, the henshin! All the best heroes have a secret final form they can use to get stronger and beat the bad guy. Whether it's a straight power up like a Super Saiyan, specific specialized forms like Boundman and Snakeman, or even a fusion that creates a new being like a Megazord, every good hero has a good transformation. If they don't, well, this Trump skill grants them one. When a hero transforms (with henshin scenes specifically themed to them), they take on a new look and their power increases. Most of the time they even get a new ability as well. This Trump can only be used in the most dire of circumstances: when a hero is on the brink of defeat, and their loved ones are in great danger.
_{And, hey, maybe this skill can even be used on...?!}

Pokemon: Shadows of Orre

Trainer, Zita

Name:
Zita Tritafyllo

Age: 16

Appearance:
Bright eyes, gently tanned skin, and a boy-ish build match's Zita's boy-ish personality. She's on the short side, but her muscles are toned and there are very little areas on her body that could be considered "soft"... except her lush hair. Which is extremely soft. Despite chopping it, keeping it tied up, letting it get caught in bushes and more, her hair remains silky and nice to touch.

Personality:
Hot-headed, hot-blooded, and hot on the path to success - or at least, that's what she believes. Zita is an energetic girl who follows the beat of her own drum. She's stubborn, and prefers forging ahead with brute strength. Despite common belief, she does have a brain in her head, and when she finds time to use it she's capable of some truly cunning plays... but thinking things out takes too long, in her opinion. Needless to say, her way of doing things can get her into trouble - but Zita is always up for a scrap.

If she doesn't give her all at something, that's how you'll know that she's in a funk. Even in the rare event she loses in a competition, Zita isn't one to get depressed easily. Her boundless energy doesn't let her stay down for long. Still, she is only human, as much as that aggravates her. She can't do it all, and if she comes to the peak of frustration she's likely to boil over and sulk for the rest of the day.

At first Zita might come off as pushy and aggressive - and she most definitely has these qualities - but really she is just unused to the whole social thing. She doesn't beat around the bush, but even so, she could be a great friend if someone let her. Her only self-perceived weakness: she can get a bit sentimental.

History:
Zita was born in Castelia City, the largest metropolis in Unova. It's a competitive city, in a competitive region, full of competitive people - and Zita was one of them. Her family is related to a certain former champion's, so understandably they set a high standard for themselves. Being an only child, Zita inherited a lot of expectations. She wanted to live up to them, and for the most part she did. Her grades were always top of her class growing up, and she seemed to have an affinity for Pokemon - but eventually, Zita grew restless. Bored. She wanted the freedom of being a Pokemon Trainer. Her personality got more out of hand every year, until she went off alone to the nearby desert area to get a jump start on her career.

See, Zita knew she had what it took to be a successful trainer. Maybe in the future she could visit other regions, run a gym of her own, or even become a champion! ...but, she didn't look before she leaped. She got lost in the Desert Resort. Chasing after a little Darumaka is what eventually led her out of the sand swept area. Once back in more familiar territory, Zita proudly proclaimed, "you'll be my first partner!" and the Pokemon appeared to agree.

After that, Zita took things just a smidgen more seriously. She spent her days training, training, aaaaand doing more training. Her parents supported her, but also gently tried to steer her in the direction they wanted her to go. Both successful themselves, they pushed her to maybe get back into her studies. Perhaps choose a stronger starting Pokemon. Maybe look for a sponsor? All ideas Zita absolutely hated. She needed space, not books or money! ...okay, maybe some money, but definitely not a new Pokemon.

It took a few months to convince her family to let her take off to another region. Unova's league was tough, not for amateurs, so maybe Zita would have some better luck kicking off her career elsewhere. It was several more months before her parents agreed to let her go to Orre of all places - but in Zita's opinion, it was perfect. Low profile, unforgiving, and pretty similar to Bo's home habitat. Surely they'd both get stronger there. With a surprisingly heartfelt goodbye and excitement in her heart, Zita sent off for a region strange to her.

Reason for Traveling to Orre:
With the region's rugged reputation, Zita figured it would be the perfect place to "increase her power level," as it were. Her goal is to conquer the Colosseum League before returning home to Unova to eventually face down the current champion.

Starting Pokemon: Darumaka

Notes:
Having only just arrived in Orre, Zita knows nothing about Cipher, Shadow Pokemon, or the area's past.

Pokemon, Bo

Name:
Bo

Personality:
A happy, curious, hyper-active little fellow. However energetic Zita is, Bo is two times more. He enjoys exploring and trying new things a lot more than battling, much to his trainer's chagrin. He's very friendly too, even willing to follow orders from people other than Zita. Bo doesn't give up at anything easily, and through he and Zita's hard work he's been getting a little stronger!

History:
Zita's first Pokemon. They met in the Desert Resort when Zita was lost. Somehow, perhaps even accidentally, Bo managed to lead her back to Route 4. After their first meeting, Zita declared that Bo would become her partner, and the Pokemon didn't see any reason to decline. After all, he found this human to be really interesting! They even looked a little alike. He's been living with her ever since.

Notes:
"When he sleeps, he won't fall over no matter how much you push him!
...huh? That's normal for all Darumaka? W-well, Bo does it the best!"

Hillhaven : The Fantasy Frontier

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^{✸ Aburand 1 ✸}
Location: Ragadel Ranch

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This girl, Shamie thought, a bit fondly, listening to Val prattle about her morning. Of course she'd be the type to think showing up early was on time, and on time was late. That was something Shamie liked about her, though. She didn't bother telling the other girl to slow down, as that would be a lost cause. Besides, Val's peppy words served as a pretty good way to brighten up the day in it's early hours. So Shamie nodded along with her, acknowledging her story about the pompadours, and even managed to squeeze in, "You're right about the feeding, may was well leave 'em Val - they were fine before us civilized folks got here, they'll be fine after too." Which, of course, was something Shamie really believed. Being out here beyond the mountains was nice, compared to Wyverspoon there were so many more parts of nature one could see and interact with, but at the end of the day they were wild animals. The sentiment might sound a bit disingenuous coming from a woman who owned a ranch whose purpose was to sell animals, but she had her reasons!

Val handed her a parchment, and Shamie was happy to trade it for the bundle of feed in her arms. She followed behind the girl as she got to work, reading along as Val went on about the note's contents. That's right, it was getting close to that time wasn't it? She stashed the parchment in her pocket and gave the younger elf a hand, preferring to work while she chatted.

"That would be fun," she agreed easily, a grin forming on her face as ideas did the same in her head. "Have you ever participated before? In the star celebration, I mean. Humans can throw pretty crazy parties. In Wyverspoon they'd stick little stars all over the place before Briethe was even over."

The thought of little humans pulling their friends, fellow humans and non-humans alike, through the streets with sparkling wands only to be playfully admonished by their mothers saying the celebration is next week! had Shamie chuckling to herself, and she cleared the memory away with a shake of her head, her curly hair bouncing as she did so. Now, the older elf hadn't missed Val's use of 'we' and 'family.' With all the work that had to be done getting the ranch set up when she'd first arrived, Shamie hadn't really asked much of the girl besides 'do you mind getting dirty? No? Well can you use a pitchfork?' A town celebration would be a good excuse to get to know her best - and coincidentally, only - employee better. Not to mention the other townsfolk too. Shamie hadn't been doing a lot of socializing besides stopping into the tavern every now and then.

After the stables were metaphorically sparkling, Shamie thrust her pitchfork into the dirt and leaned against it, arms crossed over the top of it and smile pointed Val's way.

"That is an excellent idea my dear. Been a while since I... well, done anything but look after the ranch. Not that I mind," she laughed, "Celebration is on the third, right? I don't mind if you take that day off too, get some real festival experience."

Two days without help wouldn't kill hurt much, plus she could double check everything extra early and have her own fun too.

Gritty, Dark Pokemon RP -- A Coming of Age Story!

Kind of leaning Johto.