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Name: Naxalge

Age: 17

Gender: Female.

Species: Flaaffy. (Is this okay? I mean... if you're accepting things like Flygon and Grovyle...)

Greatest Fear: Being rejected and left alone. Having to fend for herself, insecurity, criticism, people finding out her secrets, and being hated.

Appearance: A biped sheeplike creature, who is a bit shorter than most Flaaffy, and has black fleece rather than light blue on her head and her neck. It's also thicker and much curler than the fleece of other Flaaffy. Around her neck, she wears a golden necklace which isn't too visible due to the dark colour of her fleece, with a red jewel. Her entire body is tan, rather than the normal pink of Flaaffy. And finally, the orb around her tail is a deep crimson.

Personality: Naxalge is a very nerve-wracked individual. She's always anxious about something, and seems quite absentminded as a result. Basically, her mind's all over the place. Though quiet and timid in temperament, and prefering to conform to the government by action, in her mind she harbors many rebellious thoughts.

Although she prefers not to bring attention to herself and tends to fade in the background, she has quite a fiery passionate soul within her, harbouring large amounts of anger and rage at Big Brother for controlling her. She dislikes having to obey anyone for reasons unknown even to herself. Sometimes, if commanded to do something... she lapses into a heavy uncontrollable rage when alone. Her emotions are quite unpredictable and unstable, but she does a good job of containing them. However, fear of being left to fend for herself if the government is overthrown as well as fear of being punished and not succeeding prevents her from taking any true action.

Biography: She was born just another Mareep among the faceless masses... albeit with a strange colouring, to an Ampharos and Typhlosion. Her parents would always do what they were told, but in secret speak badly of Big Brother, and of how much they disliked it. It was they who instilled this inner rebellious streak into Naxalge, and taught her that everything the government said was lies. They raised her with passionate beliefs, and it is said she gets her intense rage and emotions from her father, who was a Fire-type.

However... Big Brother had to find out eventually.... how could it not?

And her parents were silenced when she was 7 years old. They were put in prison, leaving her alone... to fend for herself. Except not.

Being kept under close watch by the government to ensure she doesn't imitate their rebellious temperament, Naxalge has been placed in a "facility for unstable youths." Essentially a daycarelike place where they put children/teenagers with even a sign of being rebellious... to brainwash it out of them. But unbeknowst to them... even their best efforts have done nothing to make her forget about how her parents were taken away from her... and how much she hates authority.

Other: Because of her firey temperament, she can use weak Fire-type attacks, such as Fire Spin, Flame Wheel, and Ember. Being so young, she hasn't mastered how to use stronger attacks.
 
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I finished mine and renamed the character too. Just say if something's up with it, of course. But you already knew that.
 
Starting time! ^___^ if your name is on the list in the first post, you may start posting!

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11:59.

Akiko looked up from her lunch, glancing at the clock. She continued to chew her sandwich as she walked into the main living quarters of her family's large home, a slight pang of pity for the non-Inner Party member's families, since they would all live in a much smaller home... But the feeling was gone as soon as it had came, and she sat in her father's large armchair; he was at work, so he wouldn't notice. She giggled a bit.

12:00.

Akiko jumped a bit when the large digital clock over the massive telescreen before her made a loud electronic beeping, and the telescreen sprang to life.

All over Kanjoh, every telescreen, from those in people's homes, to those in every public place, to the massive ones in the government buildings, was now crackling with life, and soon a massive image of the Kanjohian flag was taking up the whole screen. The four bars of red, blue, gold, and silver shone impressively, and caught attention. It stayed on the screen for a good 5 minutes, to allow everyone to gather before the screens.

After the five minutes were up, the flag faded away, and the head and shoulders of a purple-furred feline came on screen. This was Itzal, a face recognized by every man, woman, and child in Kanjoh. He was Big Brother's right hand man. The Mewtwo glowered from the telescreen, the faintest hint of a purple glow shining from his eyes. Eventually, he spoke.

"Greetings, Kanjoh. It is now 12:05, and I hope every one of you is now present. It is time for the Confirmation."

He made a slight movement of his hand, and the screen displayed an image of the Almnohian flag, the bright stripes of yellow, green, pink, and silvery blue waving softly.

"Our enemy, as you know." Itzal's voice sounded.

Akiko hissed, furrowing her brows at the sight of the evil flag; a response trained in her since birth.

"Today, we captured traitors, who were sending our military secrets to the Almnoh government! What despicable behavior, don't you agree?" Itzal's voice growled, as the screen flashed pictures of a group of Pokemon being led away in chains, their heads covered with masks. "And what do we do with traitors, my friends?!"

"Kill them!" Akiko hissed at the screen, her words ringing from the tongues of hundreds of thousands of Kanjohians across the country.

"Who keeps you safe if your homes, my friends? Who punishes those who threaten your peace? Big Brother does!" The Mewtwo growled, appearing on screen again, the Kanjoh flag behind him.

"Big Brother!" Echoed the people.

"Very good." Itzal said, smiling. "Have a wonderful day. And remember; Big Brother loves you." And with those words, the telescreens shut off.

"Big Brother loves us..." Akiko mumbled weakly.

((Your posts should at least start off with your reaction to the transmission, then go about your business from there.))
 
It was a sad sight to see when the pokemon are lead to their dooms. More so when the friends and families of these pokemon will notice them gone soon enough.

"..That is. If they don't kill the family of those pokemon as well."

A old and silvered Blaziken pushes himself off the window pane of his base, closing the window to block the view of the tele-screen outside. He has lived since the beginning of 'Big Brother's reign to this time today, watching countless pokemon killed for believing that this was not the way one should live.

He has seen far too much in his time to believe the lies feed to children nowadays.

He walks over to his chair and sits himself in front of a his device of communication, a picture frame with a old photo of his late wife and children.

They took his family. They took them for his mistakes in the past.

"...Time to see if anyone has seen my message..."

He turns the device on and looks to see if anyone has responded.
 
...What a fallacy. What a lie. Anyone who had sense knew that if Big Brother couldn't show his face in front of the world he was a coward and a liar. Of course, the way it looked, no one had sense. No one knew what true freedom was. This wasn't the safety they professed. This wasn't "peace". Anyone who needed to confirm their love for anyone was staging it. Anyone who needed to be confirmed was a tool.

For Tyra, this was hell. If anyone knew, she would be killed for her massive amounts of crimethink. And that's why her voice rang cheerily with the voices of all the rest during the Confirmation. Just like it did every day. Because she could do nothing but hide her rage. She really envied the Almnohians. Getting to fight against Big Brother while she could do nary a thing.

Yet.

Her spirit was restless and angry. Having to hide her artwork, when she knew she had gotten so good... it wasn't good enough. Having to only sing when she was alone, for fear of being arrested... it wasn't good enough. She wanted to show her work to the world. She wanted to sing freely in the streets, not caring about who saw. Someday she would kill Big Brother with her own paw. She would love to drive her wrist spike through his chest and drink his blood in a tankard merrily.

...It was times like these that she really missed her parents. They had killed them! And they expected her to feel rage toward the prisoners on that screen being lead to their death?!

She sympathized with them.

With the accursed announcement over at last, she lifted the boxes again and continued on her way toward where they were to be delivered. Maybe she could filch another pencil while she was there. Her old one was down to a stub.

Maybe there was another who thought the same way somewhere. Someone who was not a hapless Mareep hooked on the drugs that were the government's lies.

((Quick edit! Is there anyone in particular that wants to be the person she's delivering to or should I just leave it?
EDIT: Moony claimed it))
 
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Have a wonderful day. And remember; Big Brother loves you." And with those words, the telescreens shut off.

"Humph, loves me, my ass..." thought the oddly coloured Gallade, Zander. Of course as you can tell, he hated Big Brother. His mother got raped, and the police have spent almost no time finding out on who did it. All he knew, is that it was a Gengar. Anyway, he was preparing to move out of his mother's house, and to move into a new apartment nearby. "There must be someone who thinks the same as me" he thought. Suddenly he saw that his new communications device got a message. Bewildered, as he never put any of his friends on it, picked it up and saw the message. He was so happy, he was almost in tears. "Someone is actually trying to take Big Brother down!" Of course,his mother can't know about this, she would become overprotective again.

After his mom left his apartment, he immeadiatly replied to the message. with these simple words.
"You are not alone. I will join you."
 
And remember, Big Brother loves you....

Orlin chuckled. "Go ahead and love me, Big Brother, for it will help me get closer to you," he thought as the telescreens went black.

The day had only begun, but he was already falling asleep. He needed to have some fun. There was a female lucario passing by, carrying a stack of boxes. Perfect! he thought. He slowly floated up behind her, not making a sound, and blew into her ear, then immediately turned in the opposite direction. He looked around to make sure no one had seen, and of course no one had. They were all too busy talking about whatever they thought was relevant in their lives at the time, which in his mind, amounted to absolutely nothing. He then began his daily routine. Plan, plan, and plan some more, while absentmindedly going about his daily business.
 
Rain suddenly stopped as the clock rang, and the telescreen near her home buzzed to life. The huge image of the flag with red, gold, silver and blue, although not in that order, flashed across the screen, and stayed for the entirety of five minutes. But the Lopunny patiently waited.

Traitors? she asked herself, suddenly beginning to growl at the screen. "Kill them!" she shouted, jumping for a moment.

"And remember, Big Brother loves you..."

The telescreen suddenly went off, and Rain sighed, stepping out of her home for a moment and letting the wind blow through her fur.

((Kinda blanked out, sorry. :P))
 
"Now stop, Naxalge... honestly, where are you going? It's time for the Confirmation!"

They were walking in the streets, and she hadn't been paying attention. A large telescreen atop a building flashed as the image of that Mewtwo had come on screen. She watched it, repeating all of the phrases that had become nothing more than meaningless noises her mouth made from the sheer amount of times she had said them. The Kangaskhan with her was also repeating them.

Then the transmission ended... and they continued walking.

It really was just another normal day, she didn't feel much.

"Don't you forget again to watch the Confirmation... it's dangerous and indicative of Rebellious Thinking." She watched the Kangaskhan shudder, feeling a fire flare up inside of her. But it was no use to argue... she merely nodded and muttered some quiet words.

Oh yes... just another boring ordinary day.
 
Zemhal watched from the far back of the crowd, hiding behind a dumpster to watch the transmission. The transmission screen where he was was rather small in comparison to most others. The size itself, of course, was small, but primarily the group of Pokemon who attended it was a small amount.

Traitors...of course Big Brother would punish the traitors severely. What cowards, refusing to hear these people out, immediately eliminating any threat to a "perfect world". Absolutely pathetic.

"And remember-"

Zemhal cut the transmission short, and threw one of his bones at the screen, shattering it into millions of pieces. The crowd turned around to look at him, however, by time they did, he'd already burrowed underground.
 
"..And Remember; Big Brother loves you." The telescreen shut down on those words.

Stronius gave a grunt of contempt as it shut down. The traitors were selling the secrets of our land. Had they not been discovered, this country's rule would have come to an abrupt end....

How commendable. How foolish.

If I have learned anything from my existence in this pitiful world, it is that there will always be something that makes sure you never find happiness. Even if you rely on the only person worth relying on- yourself.

So why did these traitors attempt to band together to stop this place's rule?

Because they're desperate for a change. And only fools are desperate.

The Magmortar turned around and walked down the road from which he had seen the broadcast. Another day of mundane survival had begun.
 
"You are not alone. I will join you."

"Well well well...seems I have a nibble."

The silvered bird leans forward in his seat and starts to click away on his device rapidly, tracing and locking onto the location of the transmission. He wiped all cookies and tracks from that one lone apartment and buried the message until it's very existence was nothing more than the air itself. He then overlooks the apartment info itself and who had recently moved into the building.

Amazing what on can do when you learn the hack like the wind. Maybe Mischief rest in peace...wherever ghosts go after they are killed.

"...Now...with a bit of more information, I can judge if this is a trap or not...hm. So far, I know he is a Gallade recently moved in..."

He starts to crack his knuckles to give a reply, when his alarm activates and warns him that someone was coming. He grabs a sheet and tosses it over the device, moving toward the door and awaits for the intruder, hand hovering over a broom handle in case he needs a weapon.

Come on...let's see what this is.
 
Tyra jumped as she felt something blow in her ear, then dropped the packages on her foot and yelped. But she quieted herself as suddenly as it happened, lifted the boxes and continued on her way, heart still full of rage. Although she could see her target. That was a plus, at the very least. She finally limped up to the steps and knocked on the door, groaning.

"Sir, you have a package..."

I'm so tired of this... now she was whining. How pathetic. A whiner couldn't spark a revolution, that was for certain.
 
The door opens to reveal a old and silvered Blaziken looking down at her with ancient brown eyes and a bandage over his eye. He looks down at the Lucario woman before him silently, then notices the package in her arms.

"Aye...yes."

He moves aside and allows her to enter. He motions to a table in the center of the room, littered with papers with faint sketching and pencils.

"You can put it there."
 
Struggling to limp over to the table and place the package down, Tyra finally managed it, sneaking a new pencil as she set it down. Then she slowly lifted up a paper and stared at it a moment.

"This is beautiful..." she whispered to herself, trying not to let him hear. But she didn't know she was standing in plain sight looking at the paper. Right now she didn't care. Had this old Blaziken done these? He seemed as if he had been around a very long time. Maybe... he thought the way she did about all this. Maybe he'd been around long enough to realize that this was all lies.

The thought was certainly a nice one. The only other Pokemon she had met that were as rebellious on the inside as she were her own parents. Taken for crimethink, as she liked to call it. Maybe there were others like her, but she was the only one she knew of who hadn't been caught.

Her mind wandered, to those poor Pokemon being lead to their deaths in chains and masks on the Confirmation. One day... one day she'd quite enjoy freeing them.

All this thinking lead her slowly away from being aware that she was just standing there staring at the paper. The pencil had fallen out of her paw.
 
"These are pictures of the past. Before Big Brother appeared. My wife would tease me...saying that I was far too soft for my own good."

The silvered bird closes the door behind him and strolls over to the table, picking up the pencil she dropped on the floor. He holds out the pencil to her, a soft humour in his eyes.

"If you needed a pencil. All you would need to have done is ask, child."
 
Tyra tore her eyes away from the paper as she drifted back into reality. She blinked up at the old Blaziken and took the pencil. "Th-thank you sir." she looked at the paper again. "Did... did you do these...? It's gorgeous... it's certainly not soft to be able to keep these around with sketching and drawing banned and everything..." she was tempted for a moment to ask what had happened to his wife, but figured it might be rude. So she settled for someone else.

"...I'll bet you miss her, don't you? I know how that feels, I miss my parents almost every day I'm alive... Loss is horrible, especially when it's forced on you..." she stopped right there, becoming aware of what she was saying. "Oh, I'm sorry... I hate to be wasting your time..."
 
"It is no problem. Being torn from one's family is horrid."

He pulls a chair out for her, lifting a few books off of it and tossing them on the couch.

"Please. Do take a seat...If you'd like, I could make you some tea. It's been awhile since I've had a guest. I am...Well. You can call me Sergeant."

He then lifts one of his pages and looks down at it sadly, remembering the day he drew this image clearly in his mind. He zones out for a bit, thinking back on that day fondly.
 
Tyra nodded. She wasn't one who would refuse an invitation. As she sat down, she watched Sergeant space out as he stared at the picture, much like she had. It seemed like he was trustworthy, but of course she could never be too sure. Oh, how she wanted to tell someone, show someone! This might be her chance!

...But it might not.

The Lucario shrugged as she settled into the chair, trying not to think about in any further.

"Yes, some tea would be nice..."
 
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