1. I'm in school to become a physical therapist assistant! (Did it!)
2. I will quit any roleplay that has been inactive IC for one month for any reason. I've been in too many Schrodinger's RP's and I'm not doing that anymore.
Heya :) I'm thinking about joining. I've read through the first couple OOC and IC posts, but can you give me a brief rundown of what I'd need to know about current plot and rules to get started? What level should my Pokémon be around?
Another telltale jingle rang out from Cici's guitar case as a red-haired gentleman dropped a few coins in. He gave her a brief smile, crinkling the beginnings of crow's feet around kind eyes. Then he strolled back to a young woman waiting with her arms crossed and a light scowl on her face.
"See?" Mr. Barlow said to the girl as they continued on their way. "You don't need to battle with your Pokemon. You can even find ways to get coins with them if you'd rather not focus on TP."
Kelci responded with stony silence, training her hazel eyes straight ahead. Oh, her father KNEW how she felt about basically being kicked out and forced to become a Pokemon trainer. Over the past couple days, she had thrown at her parents every sound argument she could think of. But alas, all her arguments failed to breach the impenetrable wall of "This will be good for you in the end, we promise." There was nothing left to do but stoically accept another unjust fate.
Soon, the duo reached their destination: the Pokemon Lab. Kelci's perfectly coiffed hair bounced in time with the clacks of her heeled shoes against the stone steps. She paused to look back and saw her father, smiling proudly yet watching her every move in case she tried to turn back. What was she, a kindergartner? Kelci turned back to the elegantly designed doorway and smoothed her clenched jaw into a convincingly friendly smile. No reason to make enemies with the people at this lab; her predicament wasn't their fault.
***
Kelci emerged from the Lab, fiddling with the settings on her new Pokedex. She half expected to see her father still waiting at the bottom of the stairs... but apparently he had finally decided she was capable of handling herself and gone home. Her mother's warning words echoed in her mind, though:
"If you don't come back with a Pokemon tonight, you'll just have to find somewhere else to sleep. With your own allowance."
Kelci sighed and looked east, toward the park where she planned to catch her first Pokemon. The windows of the tallest buildings glistened with the rays of the afternoon sun. She had PLENTY of time to find a Pokemon she could live with.
** Almost dark **
Damp with sweat and nearly shaking in anger, Kelci finally found a tree stump large enough for her to sit down for a minute. She had followed the trail for a long time, but the only Pokemon she encountered there were Pidgeys and various gross rodents. Then she decided to tromp through the underbrush in search of better options. She found an adorable blue cat-like creature, but her Pokeball throw went wide (the sun was in her eyes) and it ran away before she could take a second chance. The final straw came when Kelci tried to find it again and ended up stepping in some sort of Poké-poop.
"If only all those casting directors knew talent when they saw it," she grumbled to herself in her thin soprano voice, "I wouldn't even BE in this situation."
Before Kelci could even scrape the dung off her shoe, a strange yell resounded through the trees. The woman's heart raced and her first instinct was to run away. But then she realized... that sounded like some kind of Pokemon, and probably one she hadn't seen before! Kelci quietly approached the noise and peeked through the tall grass to see what was going on.
In the clearing, a Totodile and some black Pokemon that Kelci didn't recognize were fighting a bloody brawl, seemingly over a large half-eaten berry. The Totodile gripped its opponent's leg with its crushing jaws, while the smaller Pokemon furiously pounded on the water type's neck with its stubby arms. The Totodile jerked its head and threw its bleeding foe onto the ground. As the bigger Pokemon loomed over, the black Pokemon growled in anger. Its bow-like appendages rustled a little, and suddenly, the Totodile howled in pain and clutched its head. Both combatants recovered from their recent blows, turned to face each other anew, and--
*poof!* * * * *ping!*
The Totodile gaped in disbelief for a moment, staring at the Pokeball laying where its enemy had stood. Then it caught scent of the nearby human and turned to glare at Kelci. The young woman froze, fearing the sharp-toothed Pokemon would attack her next. After a minute, the Totodile snatched up the remainder of the large berry and walked off, apparently counting its enemy's capture as a victory.
Kelci picked up her now filled Pokeball and consulted her Pokedex. Apparently this thing was called a Gothita, and it was a psychic type.
Kelci headed back to the main path, still not excited about being a trainer but proud of her catch. She was glad to be able to intervene in a violent battle--she hated seeing creatures in pain. Also, her Gothita was uncommon and looked like a born performer. Surely, a Pokemon covered in cute bows would also prefer Contests over Battles.
...Right?
TP: 5 (first monthly post +5)
Pokemon Party: Currently unnamed, Gothita, male, lv 4 (1 + 3 first monthly post)
@Balthazar007 How am I supposed to RP going to the lab? Am I supposed to RP with a GM playing the professor and/or other important NPCs? Or should I do it all in one big post? I plan to make an IC post in about 12 hours.
Occupation: Unemployed - tries out for musicals but has never been cast in a major production
Appearance: 5'6'', slim physique. Caucasian--relatively pale but is capable of tanning when she puts her mind to it (and often does). Copper-colored hair that cascades in flawless waves reaching just past her shoulders. She takes great pride in her hair; don't mess with it. Hazel eyes. Her facial features are pretty but delicate looking. Makeup and fashion must always be on point before appearing in public.
Biography: For as long as she can remember, Kelci has dreamed of being a star performer like her mother. She spent all her free time--sometimes at the expense of homework and friends--working on her singing, dancing, and acting. Fiercely focused on her images of the future, Kelci became a queen bee as a teenager. She got used to acting like a celebrity even though her school never cast her in a role bigger than a background dancer.
If her parents allowed it, she would've quit school altogether and started auditioning for musicals as young as eleven. But her parents "stomped on her dream" (or so she said) and insisted she have a backup plan, whether that's earning coins at a regular job or TP as a trainer. Kelci had little interest in participating in "barbaric" Pokemon battles like her father; thus, she continued school and graduated.
Kelci was ecstatic to finally be able to audition for full-time roles! She eagerly went to as many auditions as possible. But... nobody cast her. Kelci couldn't understand WHY nobody wanted to cast a second-generation triple threat like her.
In truth... Kelci was only a double threat. Her excellent acting and dancing combined natural talent and years of hard work. But she couldn't sing to save her life. She couldn't keep time; she always neglected the fundamentals like breath control and tried to jump straight to extravagant songs; and her reedy voice would need a lot of training to sound remotely pleasant. Trusted people in Kelci's life tried to tell her she needed a lot of work on singing, but for the most part, she ignored their advice.
Kelci shifted between fierce determination and crushing despair for the next four years as she continued trying to become a superstar. She held down a few odd jobs for a while, but inevitably she would quit, claiming she had better things to do with her time than hand out Pokemon supplies to snotty children who shouldn't even be watching violent TV, let alone contributing to it. Her parents were patient and let their struggling child live with them during this time. But at some point, enough is enough.
Kelci's parents threatened to cut off their funding unless she committed to some long-term way to contribute to society. Her father suggested that maybe she could draw on her performing experience to raise Pokemon for Contests, or maybe even revive the tradition of Pokemon Musicals. Kelci is not very excited about becoming a Pokemon Trainer, but at least it's better than another waitressing job. Thus, her adventure begins...
Personality: From a young age, Kelci has believed that being a celebrity means acting confident, bold, and competitive. This has led to quite a superiority complex. She talks a lot and never hesitates to share her opinion, though she is less quick to listen to others' opinions. Kelci is willing to cooperate with other people and even let them do things their way sometimes, but she will always try to take the most credit, whether overtly or just by thinking to herself that she contributed the best work. She is always striving to learn more about performing, though she can get jealous of successful performers. Kelci is usually polite to people when she's talking to them--but if you upset her, she might spread catty rumors behind your back. She is a gracious winner but a sore loser. One of her positive qualities is pacifism. While she's not above emotionally hurting people, she can't stand physical violence. Whatever motherly instincts she possesses will kick in and cause her to help someone in physical pain. On the inside, Kelci is always anxious that people are judging her every move, that she'll fail to live up to her mother's name, and overall that she'll never be good enough. She has learned to cope with these worries by acting even more superior and looking down on others so she doesn't have to look into herself.
Heyo. Potential new member here. I have a couple questions as I'm working on my character sheet, and I might have more later.
#1 Are there any particular locations where a new character could be helpful? I think my character would have grown up in a relatively urban place, but I don't care about the specifics.
#2 How will we get our first Pokemon in-game? Is my character expected to already have one Pokemon, or is she supposed to get it during IC roleplay?
Zanavy's muscles... if she could call them hers ... momentarily tensed at the bizarre sensation of strong, alien thoughts going through her mind at the same time as her own familiar thoughts.
Taken over a body? she wondered to herself. I must be dreaming or a ghost. I hope I'm dreaming.
The second mind told her not to fear the rattlesnake. The glowing man told her not to move. Her own mind told her to run away... maybe... well, maybe that was a bit of an overreaction. Zanavy gave the glowing man a brief nod of thanks and then decided to split the difference by sitting still and watching the snake closely, waiting to see what it would do next.
As she traced the pattern of its rough brown scales with her eyes, Zanavy thought about trying to communicate with this other mind. She imagined herself talking to her own skull and tried to really focus on a few sentences. All these new sights and sounds, along with a surprisingly chill emotion, made it a little difficult for her to concentrate.
"Gadares! Anani!"
Another voice called out right as Zanavy finished a question. She curiously glanced toward the sound, but not with intent or recognition, as she didn't know her host's name.
A hundred startling things flooded Zanavy's consciousness all at once. Somehow she was sitting up... in a random field... wearing clothes that did not feel remotely like pajama pants. Faint smells she couldn't describe wafted through the air, and somehow the grass seemed to be a shade of green different from any she had seen before.
None of this held a candle to the being before her eyes, though. A man with glowing skin... maybe an angel? An alien? A hallucination? Whatever it was, he was kinda freaking Zanavy out. But... not in a 'run away and scream bloody murder' way, like she figured she would be likely to react to an otherworldly being. Maybe it was all the movies and LARPing desensitizing her or something, but she felt more curious about this creature than afraid.
"Hello?" Zanavy attempted to say. "Who are you? What is this place?"
Only then did Zanavy realize with another brief moment of shock that her skin was also radiating a pale glow.
1. I'm [s]in school to become[/s] a physical therapist assistant! (Did it!)
2. I will quit any roleplay that has been inactive IC for one month for any reason. I've been in too many Schrodinger's RP's and I'm not doing that anymore.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">1. I'm <span class="bb-s">in school to become</span> a physical therapist assistant! (Did it!) <br><br>2. I will quit any roleplay that has been inactive IC for one month for any reason. I've been in too many Schrodinger's RP's and I'm not doing that anymore.</div>