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Open Legend of the Stone Tablet

Name: Rafael Kazerr
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Apperance: Rafael is short (even given his age) and skinny, with brown eyes, short brown hair, and glasses. Hates t-shirts and isn't caught dead wearing shorts, but still isn't above shirts with cute messages. His glasses are always dirty and his skin is really pale. He's usually smiling.
Personality: Likable and popular, Rafael is outgoing and happy. Nonetheless, he has a dark, creepy side. Mostly it's all in fun, but at the end of a really bad day...Rafael is agnostic, but doesn't oppress religion. He is a bookworm and likes simply locking himself in his dorm and reading. He is also very intelligent.
Quirks: Almost a stereotypical "nerd", don't expect Rafael to play soccer or dodgeball or anything. He's an insult master and has a witty comeback for any occasion.
Flaw: Grudgingly popular, he hates being surrounded. He's also a braggart and has a biiiit of a temper.
Number: 66
Trainer Type: Rafael goes for a creepy look. Anything with the move Snatch is a bonus. Duskull is a favorite.
Letter of Recommendation:
To Those That Request It:

I have the full intention of sending my son to your new trainer school. I fear the boy is having a tough time fitting in. He is, interesting. I hear this school is gathering trainers from all over. My son is intelligent, witty, and quite friendly. Unfortunately, he is rather unfit, but everyone has some problem. I feel convinced that Rafael will be a wise addition to the ranks.

Sincerely,
Martha Franklin Kazerr

Dorm Number: 7
 
Icalasari said:
Prophecy for me, please! And I DO hope somebody shares a dorm with me! :D I can bugs them... :3
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Don't worry, you do have a roomate if you check the frist post.

We now only have 3 Prophecy spaces left. After those have been filled in/chosen, I'll update the first post with my own characters.
 
What do you mean by not enough description? In what category?? Because by looking at others's forms, it seems like they have the same amount of description as me...
 
Name: Mark Cooper Jr.
Age: 131/2
Gender: Male
Appearance: A boy of about 5-and-one-quarter feet, with chocolate-brown hair and glasses with rounded-rectangle frames. His ears are slightly overlarge in proportion to his head, and is of slightly-higher-than-average weight. He's not pale, but Mark has never really been accused of being tan. His hair comes down slightly over his ears and an inch-and-a-half over his eyebrows. His eyes are predominately blue, but have a seagreenish tinge.
Personality: He can be annoying, but is rather fun to be around. He’s quiet around strangers, but really opens up to his friends. He argumentative, and is quick to anger. He thinks random thoughts, which mostly appear to have nothing to do with the current situation. He enjoys reading books, mostly fiction, and can usually be seen carrying a book in his left hand.
Quirks: He enjoys debates, but casual ones, not structured ones with podiums and already-thought-out answers and whatnot. He enjoys solitude, but not complete isolation. He is rather disorganized.
Flaw: Mark does not enjoy crowds at all. He freaks out when too many people talk to him at once, and has trouble keeping more than a few things straight.
Number: 333
Trainer Type: Mark generally chooses which Pokemon he likes on looks, but attacks play a role, too. His favorite Pokemon are from a bunch of different types.
Letter of Recommendation:

To Whomever Reads the Letters that are Sent to This Address:
I am Mark’s Math teacher, and I must say he grasps most concepts quite quickly. He always has a nose in a book, and is usually one of the first people done with his work. Mark does, however, have a small problem with memory and common sense, and sometimes doesn’t finish work because he only remembered about it a few minutes before class ends. All in all, he’s a wonderful student, and I am glad I had a chance to meet him. I will certainly miss him.

Sincerely yours,
Hal Johnson

Dorm Number: Please put me in #4, unless that is full, in which case put me in the next one with an open space.

I hope that I’m not too late to join, because this sounds fun.
 
(I like Tala, and she's my only human character, so... XD But this time, with major adjustments! =D A prophecy spot would be awesome, but if you can't fit anyone else, I'm fine with that.)

Name: Tala Eiru
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Apperance: Short and rather stocky, Tala has a mane of white hair ending at her shoulders. Her eyes are green, and her features are strong: a stubborn chin and a hawk-like nose. She's quite well-muscled for her age. She has tanned skin and one long, curving scar that sweeps from under her eyebrow to just beneath her nose. She usually wears nondescript clothing that can take a beating; a pair of tattered, mottled-grey jeans and a black shirt are her favourites at the moment.
Personality: Tala is insanely stubborn and judgmental, often coming across as rude, cynical and a definite ingrate. Though not brattish, she's rather solitary, and admires Pokemon for their grace and power. For her age, she can be quite bitter and resentful, and holds long grudges. Ever since an accident with an Absol, she's stopped believing in anything anyone says to her, saying little and distancing herself if possible. When around Pokemon, she relaxes slightly, though she still tends to leave if anyone tries to talk to her.
Quirks: She has a love of the wilderness, and usually tries to spend as much time outside as possible, resulting in many accidents when she tries to climb up a cliff or something similar.
Flaw: When she went hiking near Route 120, she met an Absol which attacked her, giving her the scar on her face. After it healed, she became resentful, openly avoiding others and being spiteful when cornered into anything.
Number: 144
Trainer Type: She prefers Pokemon that are both elegant and strong, with Dragon-types as one of her favourites.
Letter of Recommendation: To Whomever It May Concern,
I, Marisa, write as both a concerned parent and as a psychologist. You may have heard of my work, studying the connections between Pokemon and humans? Anyway, I have chosen to send Tala to this school as a way to get her to open up. She has changed, and it troubles me greatly. While she never was the most outgoing, she seems to have closed in on herself, avoiding conversations with us at all! As mentioning Pokemon seem to get her to listen, I told her that going to this school would let her get a Pokemon of her own, but I fear she won't learn to trust anyone if she doesn't get forced into a situation where she has to communicate.

So, I entrust her to you. Please, she is getting out of hand, and your school seems to handle such cases quite well. She does have a good heart, I'm sure of it, and she seems to have a great interest in Pokemon, so this will have to do her good.

Sincerely,
Marisa Eiru

Dorm Number: Erm, anywhere? XD 1, I guess.
 
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A boat, made up of steel floated upon gentle waters. An island could be seen in the distance. Crystal clear water lpped at the teal painted sides of the boat. Small, grey, black, and white feathered birds could be seen flying from the island. Chirps of the bird rang though the crisp, morning air. Small, white and orange fish swam through the waters along with other fish.

Coming up the deck of the ship, we see a boy sitting at a table. Leaning back, he brushes his soft, black hair out of his catlike, caramell brown eyes. Tugging at his black jacket, he sighed. "Stuck at a school for trainers. I hope the food is good." he remrked with a grin.

[There. It's lunch time so your characters should either be on the deck hanging out and eating, somewhere else eating, or just milling around the ship somewhere. Bear in mind that these are trainers who have yet to go on journies or had to postphone their journies due to the reasons mentioned in your sign-ups. The first post has all the accepted characters thus far, for easy refrence.]
 
Tala glared out at the waves. Somewhere out there was Fullmoon Island, and she'd have to stay there for who knew how long. Even the sight of the Goldeen occasionally coming near the water's surface wasn't enough to bring her out of her bad mood, so she stood as far away from everyone else, a hand running through her white hair. She had a loaf of bread in the other hand, but wasn't interested in eating it. She ripped a piece off and toyed with it idly before swallowing. Her green eyes darkened as she looked at the other students. "Hmph." While a cruise might have been fun - to a little-known island, for example - she had no hope of the trip she was taking now to end well for her. What did her mother know, sending her off like this as if meeting other people would actually make it better!

There was nothing wrong with her. Just because she got a cut, and didn't like being around people didn't mean she had to 'open up'. Her mother was big on trust, and they had had many arguments... Turning away in disgust, Tala chewed on the bread, keeping one eye on the deck in case anyone decided to approach.
 
Kinara sat in a corner of the deck, eating a sandwich and drawing in her sketchbook. She was drawing Tala, who looked really mad about something. She honestly didn't care where they were all going. Her mom had said that she'd get a Pokemon at some point, and that being with new people might help her to speak.
Yeah right.
Of course, the same thing had been said about having three Chatot in the house. And getting shocked with electricity. Kinara didn't care anymore, at least she was allowed to ignore people and do pretty much whatever she wanted.
And so, here she was, on a boat with a bunch of strangers, going to Mew-knows-where.
 
Aria sighed, gazing at the waves from her table. She took another bite of her plain bread; she was tired and not all that hungry. The pink-haired girl was beginning to wonder if she would ever get to go on her journey. She directed her thoughts to Alakazam. It's a pretty cool Pokemon... I love Psychic-types.
After finishing her meal, she pulled out a manga book from the pack her mother had given her and began reading.
 
Mark pulled out a spoon and some yogurt and started to eat. He looked around and saw a girl scribbling in her notebook, a guy with dark hair, and a girl with a long scar on her face. In the ruffled waves below, Mark could see a Tentacool floating just below the surface. As the poisonous Pokemon passed out of his line of sight, Mark turned his head and realized that, if he squinted, he could make out the hazy outline of the island. As he had been doing for the past week or so, he thought about what it might be like at the school. He wondered if he would make any friends or what Pokemon he might get. He willed the ship to go faster, but it continued to chug along at the same speed, with flocks of Wingull and Peliper gliding overhead.
 
Jason-Kun said:
[There. It's lunch time so your characters should either be on the deck hanging out and eating, somewhere else eating, or just milling around the ship somewhere. Bear in mind that these are trainers who have yet to go on journies or had to postphone their journies due to the reasons mentioned in your sign-ups. The first post has all the accepted characters thus far, for easy refrence.]
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[Waitwaitwait, then WHY have us choose random numbers to decide our Pokemon, if we can already HAVE them due to being trainers?]
 
After finishing the drawing, Kinara was bored again. She ripped out the page and folded it into a paper airplane. Throwing it at Tala's head, she waited for something interesting to happen, hopefully a fight or something.
 
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(I think he meant trainers-to-be? As saying trainers to be might be awkward, I suppose.)

Tala noticed a paper airplane gliding towards her. The winds at sea were rough, so it was very off course, but she was the only person standing close by... A quick glance around the deck showed her only a few people who were near enough to have done it. Had the girl with the notepad thrown it? Picking it up and unfolding it, she scowled at the accurate sketch of her. She even got the scar right. Just great. Looking up again, she folded it back into a paper airplane, now looking rather worse for wear, and threw it back before stalking out of throwing distance. People. she thought with disgust. I suppose she wanted to show off her drawing. She was probably mocking me. Leaning against the railing, she ate the rest of her bread dispassionately. "I wish I could just be left alone..."
 
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