[OOC/Sign-Up] + OMEN + {Lit/Adv}

[Nova Prime]

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The sound heard in the dusky woods was running. Not of a hunt, nor the casual canter of a traveller. This was something that could only be described as the sheer fear-panicked scrambling of something that was going to die.

Her body ached, tendons rippling beneath short glossy fur, breath heaving from her chest. She did not know whether she was still being followed but she knew if she was, and she stopped, then she would be dead in seconds. Her paws scrabbled on the fallen leaves, kicking them up high in her wake as she bolted at breakneck speeds through the forest, long inky claws scraping fallen trees as she deftly leapt over them. She pushed her body to run further, but the fear scrambled her body, like she was moving in slow motion. Like any moment, she would feel the horrid breath upon her, the teeth sinking in…

There was a crazed, guttural roar and something leapt from the rocky outcrop above her. She shrieked, a high warning pitch to her cry, before being tackled hard, hitting the ground in a frantic scramble of claws and teeth. Squealing, she bit hard into anything she could, and then roared, amber eyes shooting open as talons ripped at her shoulder, hot blood staining her white pelt. She heard words being spoken in a language she could not understand, but she knew their purpose. She had to act, or her life would be over.

Powerful back legs pushed hard against thick matted black fur and with every last fibre of her being, she threw her attacker off and scrambled back to her large paws just as it came back around to attack her again. But she was ready this time. Fangs found delicate clavicle, she twisted her head violently, there was a snap, and her foe was silent. She let go immediately, growling, feeling ill at the pungent stench of the creature, and backed away. A soft flash of white light surrounded the young Zangoose, and there instead stood a women, panting heavily and clutching her heavily-bleeding shoulder. To be pursued this actively…they had never stooped so low before.
This was a bad omen.

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You have had many names. Perhaps it was outcast. Perhaps runt. Maybe even failure. Whatever the name, you were not looked favourably upon by those you knew. And for this, you were thrown out into the endless unforgiving Wilds.

Just like me. My name is Riley. I was the first.

The Wilds are so huge, a rare few have ventured beyond its outskirts, and with good reason. Humans live beyond the trees, and they seek to own us, to take us from our home. Here, species live in relative peace within their Clans. But we…we were different.

My family was afraid of me, and they threw me out. I thought I was alone, until I met others like me. We banded together, a group of misfit outcasts, leaning on one another for support when no one else could bear even to look at us. We are a family of sorts, I suppose.

Born with a strange symbol somewhere upon our bodies, this was the first sign of many that led us to the realisation that we could change. Transform. Become one of the humans. Some of the first stories passed down told of these strange creatures, but none had seen one. They were said to possess great untold power and it was said that they were omens, either of luck or misfortune. Personally, I think the stories were a load of tripe. I have no powers to speak of.

But the stories told of this power as being used for both great good and great evil. And just as our generation has discovered our new ability, so have others. Others who would seek revenge and power and find it in great destruction. They are mutated, nothing like us in spirit, they have learnt ancient words of power that can drive people mad, make them take their own lives, even become one of them...

We are the good omens. I must believe this, for the sake of my own sanity. Surely, if we can show that we, although strange, are not the ones to fear, then we could find our redemption…?

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+ O M E N +
. Croak not black angel, I have no food for thee .​

Aaah, deargoddon’tkillme. Well, ok, kill me if you like, I admit I got distracted and left and I did and still do feel very guilty. I am back here now to try and make amends, and hopefully work through a roleplay with some nice people, and get my footing again.

That said, welcome to OMEN, my new Roleplay. Another ridiculously long opening post aside, I hope you’ve read this far along to be interested in joining. The cliffnotes version is below:

+ So Far… +​

Set in the Wilds, an untamed natural forest where many groups of wild Pokemon known as ‘Clans’ control various territories. Stories passed down for thousands of years told of mysterious, powerful Pokemon that could transform into a human form, and that these powers could be used for both good and evil if one so chose. A lone group of these renegade, outcast Pokemon, feared and rejected by their loved ones, have created a Clan of their own, and their harboured wishes of destroying their evil counterparts is becoming more and more urgent as their enemies’ numbers increase…

+ RULES +​

General:
-- Be kind and thoughtful when RPing. I love doing this so goddamn much and only want people to enjoy themselves.
-- Swearing and other adult things are fine; as Advanced RPers, I trust you to do so with some intent in mind and act maturely about it, and not abuse it.
-- Battle Etiquette is expected; things will be semi-moderated by myself. Godmodding and Metagaming not allowed in the slightest. Fight fair and be good sports.
OMEN Specific:
-- This is an Advanced-Literate RP. I will only accept applications of a similar quality to that which I have written. It also means proper spelling, grammar, punctuation, detailed characters, all that jazz. A solid paragraph, seven or eight sentences, is the minimum expected for each post. There are also only six application spaces.
-- One character per person, please. This roleplay deals with semi-anthro characters. This means human features and traits with ears, tails, and other tertiary characteristics of their species (eg. Bone cuffs/necklace for a Houndoom).
-- Not allowed are things like paws for hands and feet, muzzles, and all over body fur.

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+ CHARACTER SHEET +

Please copy/paste the following into your post for sign-up. :D​

Full Name:
Alias (if any):
Age: [Human ageing applies here, so 18 is still a late-teen, and not an elderly animal.]
Gender:
Orientation: [Added mainly for informational purposes.]
Species:
Type:

Appearance: [Pictures are allowed only as supplemental information, in addition to a good solid written description.]
Marking: [All of these hybrids have a marking, usually a pattern of some kind, somewhere on their bodies, only visible as humans. Define what, and where, here.]

Strengths: [I usually list three of these, more is fine, less is not. In as many words as you please.]

Weaknesses: [See Above.]

Likes: [See Above.]

Dislikes: [See Above.]

Personality: [Like personality, I would like to see detail.]

Brief Biography: [I prefer this sort of thing to be RPed out, but because our characters will, In Character, know much about one another, write the sorts of things that would be common knowledge.]

Moveset: [5 Moves. [http://www.serebii.net/pokedex-dp/] is a good website for this information. TM moves are alright, as are other types. Please use common sense, no Hyper Beam/Thunder/Giga Impact/Over-Powered Things. You will not be accepted.]

Riley’s profile is a good example of what I would like to see. :)

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Full Name: Riley Gilgamesh Blodwedd
Alias (if any): Just Riley.
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Zangoose
Type: Normal

Appearance: Being born of the infamous Blodwedd Clan has given Riley what has been called a ‘rough around the edges’ sort of appearance. She shares the colouration typical of her species, but unlike most, does not travel on two legs. Her lineage is very feral and wild, resulting in a physical structure much more suited for four-legged travel. Possessing thick, meaty paws with unsheathable, inky black claws, which in turn support highly toned, muscular legs gives Riley the simultaneous strength and dexterity that has served her well in life. Around her ruff and backside are thick, messy patches of fur, further adding to her wild appearance. Each of her front paws appears dipped in blood red paint, as does her left ear, and across her underbelly is scrawled the letter M. Her eyes appear as two chucks of hard amber, the left slashed through with a bright red marking common of her species. A shock of short chunky white bangs hang down over her eyes, streaked with crimson.

As a human, Riley has a very curvy body and a long white silken tail. Her hair in this form is short and slightly wild, pure white save for several streaks of crimson across the fringe. Two long furred ears sprout from it, one white, one dark red.
She wears a turtlenecked shirt/dress of thick wool, stopping at her upper thigh with black shorts beneath. A thick brown belt is strapped around her waist. Covering almost her entire leg and stopping just shy of the bottom of her dress are tightly-laced white boots with thick red soles. Her nails are long and well-kept, and she often expresses herself using them.
Marking: On her left shoulder blade, Riley’s marking appears as two red bolts of lightning.

Strengths: Advanced Dexterity, Quick Talker, Stubborn (can also be a weakness).

Weaknesses: Uncultured and Rude, Tendency to be smug, can ignore good advice due to strong-headedness.

Likes: Showing Off, Spicy Food, and being able to prove herself right.

Dislikes: Being called ‘girly’ nicknames, ‘dear, sweetheart’, etc, anything overly soppy or sweet, being outdone in her own area.

Personality: Riley is, at heart, a good person, with good intentions. Despite the society she was raised amongst, and her subsequent uncultured nature when compared to others, she is not a violent or mean-spirited person. What she sees as asking a question, another might see as a rude observation. She often says things without wondering what their results might be, having a very minimal filter on the ways she speaks. When in a hostile situation, she is quick witted and quick tongued, but this sharpness of speech can again, work against her.

A tomboyish character through and through, Riley loves to jump and climb, and quite enjoys doing so, and in battle is quick and limber, if not a bit jumpy. She does not always know how to react to situations, or deal with severe emotions from others, as much as she would like to do the right thing. In all, she is quite reflective of her appearance, being very rough around the edges in both senses.

Brief Biography: From birth, Riley’s life was one fraught with hard work and bloodthirstiness. The Blodwedd Clan were infamous for being primarily feral and uncultured offcuts of various species, including Riley’s own parents. Her father, she never knew, and her mother followed the traditions of the Clan by leaving her daughter to the care of several sitters, along with other pups. From a young age she was introduced to the blood sports that her Clan participated in. Although she was a good fighter, and was quite strong, she hated fighting for the sake of it, and became adept at running and defending herself, and keeping quiet in the shadows.

It was in her 16th year that Riley discovered her previously hidden ability, in the heat of battle, in front of her entire Clan. If she had not trained so hard, and been able to run as fast as she had, she knows she would probably be dead.

Moveset:
Shadow Claw - The user slashes with a sharp claw made from shadows. It has a high critical-hit ratio.
Quick Attack - The user lunges at the foe at a speed that makes it almost invisible. It is sure to strike first.
Swords Dance - A frenetic dance to uplift the fighting spirit. It sharply raises the user's Attack stat.
Taunt - The foe is taunted into a rage that allows it to use only attack moves for two to four turns.
Endure - The user endures any attack with at least 1 HP. Its chance of failing rises if it is used in succession.

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+ POSITIONS +​

Character Summaries Here.
1. Nova Prime - Riley Blodwedd (Female/Zangoose)
2. BRCB - Aiode Acapella (Female/Altaria)
3. Mai - Susanna Dame (Female/Gardevoir)(WIP)
4. Verne - Percival Cross (Male/Pidgeot)
5. Blastoise - Flicker Sparskeal (Male/Pikachu)
6. NightDaemon - London Douglas (Female/Lopunny)
7. Exo-Raikou - Cassian Torukk (Male/Shedinja)

 

[Coloursfall]

...O:

Can I reserve up a spot? It's late (4 am, what is sleep) but I can get started at least.

ETA: Here we go.

Full Name: Aoide Melodie Thrussell Acapella
Alias: Mockingjay
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Altaria
Type: Dragon/Flying

Appearance: Aoide is fairly typical of her species, a blue, swanlike creature with large fluffy white wings. Her beak is small and her cheeks fluffy, both the same soft white. Her eyes are large and round, and a dark blue. She has two long feathers that steam behind her head when she moves like ribbons. Her wings are very fluffy, a downy soft texture to them. Her feet are small, and tipped with sharp claws, though it's hard for her to use them to fight, so they're only really used to perch. Her tail pokes out of the back of her fluffy body, and is the same blue as the rest of her. She has an overall soft appearance to her, and her movements are graceful and calm.

As a human, she is a small, dainty girl, her skin pale and soft. Her hair is long and the same blue as her feathers, and falls down to her waist. She has a rather birdlike look to her, even like this, and her eyes are very large. She still bears the twins feathers sprouting from the top of her head, as well as her feathery tail. She also has a ruff of soft white down around her neck. As for clothing, She dislikes having to wear anything at all, but when she must, she wears nothing more than a simple white sundress.

Marking: Midnight blue, and in the shape of a Mezzosoprano clef tilted on it's side. It's located just under her navel.

Strengths: She possesses a beautiful singing voice; she is graceful and swift in movement; she has skill in caring for the sick; she knows a lot about eatable plants.

Weaknesses: She loathes fighting, and is a bit of a wimp; she's fragile, her bones hollow even in a human form; she's obsessive about cleaning, and will even stop in the middle of a battle to clean herself off; she's vain.

Likes: Singing; hearing other people talk and sing; high places; sweets.

Dislikes: Dirty things; quiet; blood; the cold.

Personality: Aoide is sort of...prissy. She hates to fight, hates dirt, and would spend all her time singing if not for the fact that she needs to eat and avoid getting killed. Music is her passion; if she finds someone who can sing, she'll hover around them like a fluffy moon. She tends to complain about dirt and cold a lot.

Despite this, she's pretty caring when she needs to be, able to feed, clean, and care for the weak and sick, since her clan trains all the young ones well. She sings a mean lullaby, too, and can put one to sleep in moments.

Brief Biography: The Altaria clan that Aoide was born into is very big on everything being perfectly clean, perfectly beautiful, and most of all, musical. She learned to sing at a young age, even before she could fly, and learned to use her wings to clean around the same time. When she finally did learn how to fly, she was able to venture outside of their mountain home for the first time. She watched the other Pokemon around her go about their lives, learned their songs, made a few friends.

But when she had finally evolved from a Swablu, her strange ability was reilized. Her clan deemed her not perfect, and cast her out. She wandered alone for a while, only managing to keep herself alive by her speed and knowledge of plant-life to eat.

Moveset:
Sing
Echo Voice
Canon
Dragon Pulse
Air Cutter

ahaha her nickname makes it painfully obvious what my favourite books are.

 

[Mai]

May I reserve? Will make mine later.

 

[octobr]

I want in on this.

Except a magikarp is probably a Bad Idea.

 

[Nova Prime]

I've updated the first post with the reservations and additions. Reservations are fine, please don't take too long, though, or I may have to give your position to somebody who is ready. :/ Three positions left.

 

[Blastoise Fortooate]

I remember you! This looks like a nice RP.

Full Name: Flicker Sparskeal
Alias (if any): Flick or Flicker
Gender: ♂
Age: 16
Orientation: Unknown
Species: Pikachu
Type: Electric

Appearance: At first glance, Flicker appears a normal pikachu; he's got the normal bright, appropriately electric-yellow fur, a jagged thunderbolt tail, and prominent black-tipped ears. A closer look reveals the oddities. Flicker is perhaps an inch shorter than the average pikachu of his area, about as big as a housemeowth. He's a bit more thin than one might expect of his kind as well, due to his long history of solo work and a lack of a family to assist him in foraging. His most extraordinary aspect, however, is his brilliantly blue right eye. The sky-colored eye, although it appears lucid and actually rather piercing, is mostly blind and mostly useless. His left one is the normal brown and fully functional. Most of Flicker's movements are stronger or less cautious on his left, and he is strongly 'left-handed', as humans and those humanshapes say. He's got a bad habit of sparking his cheekpouches for no good reason.

As far as the group goes, Flicker looks vaguely normal as a human. His vividly sandy-brown hair is quite long and shaggy, tapering off as a braid around the middle of his back. The braid is rough and untidy, tied with a black-and-yellow elastic-thing. The untied parts of his hair are often sticking up with static. His ears are prominent, attached to his head by the lobe, and often flick slightly when he's listening to something. He keeps his dual-colored eyes, which are largish. His nose is small and his mouth is thin. Flicker's short and a tiny bit pudgy as a human.

Marking: A faded-looking red lightning bolt over his right eye.

Strengths: Distance fighting, running, finding things

Weaknesses: Paw-to-paw fighting, too trusting, a complainer

Likes: Food, mock-fights, a good joke, friends

Dislikes: Hunger, killing, waiting, people with attitudes

Personality: Flicker believes that the best way for anyone to fix personal problems is a one-on-one practice fight. As a result, he has a nasty habit of seeming very overconfident and/or arrogant. He's really a much better pokémon than that; Flicker, although quick to argue a point, enjoys the company of good friends more than anything and would (probably) never do anything to hurt them (on purpose). The pikachu isn't exactly energetic, but he's quite cocky and doesn't mind a dose of excitement to spice things up. Flick is anything but pacifistic; despite this he abhors real, permanent violence above all else, preferring to attack from a distance and incapacitate. He refuses to compromise on this point, as with most, and it's perhaps the one thing that can drive him to lash out at his comrades. Flicker is very prone to complaining under stress, but it's really just how he deals with it. The pikachu is nice to children as well, although he can be a bit childish himself around them.

Brief Biography: Flicker never had a real family. Sure, he had a number of aunts, uncles, and cousins running around, but his parents had bizarrely only given birth to a single child and had been slaughtered by unknown, fire-type assailants when Flicker was only barely hatched. He was bounced back and forth from warren to warren, to whomever was nursing at the time, until he grew old enough to evolve. Already alone, his evolution was followed closely by his outing as an Outcast. He was, either reluctantly or joyously depending on the person, thrown from his group and left to fend for himself. He learned to attack from a distance as a necessity, due to his stunted eye and runtish nature. He eventually joined the group with little more than a swift introduction.

Moveset: Thunderbolt/Thunder Wave/Discharge/Light Screen/Mimic

to be finished

 

[Lili]

Reserve, please. I'll finish my application soon.

--EDIT--

Full Name: London Prudence Douglas
Alias (if any): Donni
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Orientation: Lesbian
Species: Lopunny
Type: Normal

Appearance: She has red fur instead of brown, though still creamy part like her paws, ear tips, and eyebrows. She has wider hips and a shapely form. Her eyes are blue instead of red. She is quite the attractive young Pokemon.

As a human, with long red hair and blue eyes, she’s sure to turn heads. She’s not the prettiest girl in the world, but she sure as hell ain’t ugly. She’s around 5’ 3 ¾” and weighs 99 lbs. She also has the appearance of being slim Caucasian young lady, and still has the wide hips and shapely form. She has the long red and cream-tipped ears of a Lopunny, as well as the cream eyebrow-like protrusions on the top of her head. Finally, she has a tiny round red tail, again much like a Lopunny's.

Marking: A mark that almost looks like the full round face of an owl is on her right breast, and it is a pinkish color.

Strengths: Speech, Agility, Melee weapons

Weaknesses: Strength, Luck, Endurance

Likes: Communication, attention, good-natured people

Dislikes: Things not going her way, being wrong, loud noises

Personality: London gets along well with others, being friendly and extroverted. She has a thing for hanging out with the ‘cool’ crowd, and enjoys being the center of attention. She’s creative. She’s ambitious in the way that she will try anything new and try to be the best at it, and usually is grumpy if she gets in second place. In this way, she is also very competitive. She’s independent, which isn’t exactly a good thing as she refuses to take help from people and ignores what others say and think. She’s always overconfident, too, sure that nothing in life will never go wrong. However, things have gone wrong, and she also suffers from severe depression after the death of her sister Paris. It’s the only thing that really keeps her down, and whenever she starts to get depressed she’ll try to remind herself of all the good things in life, and she’s healing more and more every day.


Brief Biography: She lived a fairly normal life until the death of her sister. Then things started getting rocky. Paris' was the apparent favorite out of her litter, and soon her family started turning on her. As much as she tried, she could not please her clan. When she figured out her power and transformed, it was in front of her mother, the clan leader, and that was the breaking point. She was told that if she left quietly and quickly, her life would be spared. But if she ever came back home, she would be killed on site.

Moveset:
Quick Attack
Agility
Charm
Bounce
Mirror Coat

 

[Nova Prime]

Updated again; Flicker is looking good, Blastoise; is there a reason you removed the 'Gender' part from his application? X3 Only 1 spot remaining.

 

[Blastoise Fortooate]

Nah, just a mistake. :/

 

[octobr]

Full Name: Percival Anthony Cross
Alias (if any): Percy or Perce. Call him anything else, swear to god, he will not stand for it.
Age: 17, 18ish
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight, whatever.
Species: Pidgeot
Type: Normal/Flying

Appearance: As a pidgeot, well, he's a pidgeot. A large and graceful bird, coated with sleek feathers of brown and tan. He has red and gold feathers that come from the top of his beak and fall down the back of his head, though his are shorter than the average pidgeot's -- these serve no practical purpose, being more decorative plumage for archaic mating rituals and he has no time for the long strands to get caught in branches or littered with detritus when he's flying. His wingspan is slightly larger than average, and he is on the thin side, even as a bird.

When human, Percy makes for a tall and lanky figure with sharp features and dark eyes. Though he is thin, he is well-muscled, with long limbs and elegant hands with fingers like feathers. He has an angular face, a long nose, and small eyes, a young adult's frown, ruffled red hair cut short to stay out of his eyes. He looks just like he acts: rough and young and angry, often scowling, hunched shoulders and a general disregard for posture. Percy is often decorated with a number of scrapes, scars, and bruises from picking fights, but he wears them proudly, mostly because he's kind of an idiot.

He tends to wear clothes that move, nothing unusual or restrictive -- long-sleeved sweaters and fitted t-shirts, jeans or sweatpants as he sees fit. Tennis shoes are a must.
Marking: There is a dark line of stacked v's, about five of them, on his right shoulder, just at the place most sleeves end.

Strengths: Percy is literally strong, and considerably fast. He's quick to react and rarely backs down from a fight. He's confident... though I guess that's more a weakness.

Weaknesses: He is a huge dick. He has no interest in making friends, and thus doesn't show many emotions outside of irritation and rage; he is just as likely to fight with his allies as with his enemies. He's not particularly cooperative.

Likes: Fighting, running, flying, keeping people out of his hair thank you very much.

Dislikes: Most people and pokemon. Loud ones especially. Being told to shut his damn trap, or that he needs to chill out.

Personality: Like previously noted, Percy is an asshole. He really does not care about other people or pokemon, even if they're in the same predicament as he is. He is brash, rude, short-tempered, and brutally honest, and will interpret most attempts to get to know him as being nosy and push the other person away. Usually with his fists. He's most content when people are leaving him alone, but at the same time most upset; it's a lonely life he's forged for himself. This just means he's much more willing to take it out on the people he's meant to hurt.

This is not to say he is a bad kid. He really isn't; he doesn't buy into the killing people and generally being evil thing. He's just got a poor temper and a real need to prove himself. Figuring this out about him is hard, though, seeing as he rarely talks about how he feels, unless he's ticked off (something like 80 percent of the time). Coax him into talking and he's really not the thick-headed ass he tries so hard to be. Of course, he'd kill you if you told anyone that. So there's always that.

Brief Biography: Growing up a pidgey isn't that great. They're small, easy prey, docile creatures that can't do much more than flap their wings. In the wild they're taught quick that they can't really afford to be merciful, because if they let down their guard they will lose their territory if not their lives. Percy's attitude wasn't terribly out of place when he was young, and soon as he was old enough, the red plumage growing in on his forehead and his wingspan extending, he was sparring viciously with his brothers and neighbors. He grew strong and cocky, a handsome specimen, which was just perfect timing for him to find out that he was one of those fairytale whatsits that turn human. He was still a pidgeotto then, and even when he wasn't chirping back in his species' language he could read the cold silence and then screeching cries of his parents. The first thing he used his human form to do was spit scathing insults at his family before leaving the clan he'd been raised in. He wandered alone long enough to grow into a pidgeot before he met the rest of his new clan, the one he still hasn't really claimed as his own.

Moveset:
Twister
Aerial Ace
Take Down
Toxic
Wing Attack




eh? ehh?

 

[Nova Prime]

I love it, Verne, it made me laugh. He will be very interesting to roleplay with, for sure. I'll edit the start post again; he's accepted.

 

[Coloursfall]

Okay I think I'm done! o3o

 

[Nova Prime]

:3 Looks great; I'm going to do a group picture of these characters before all of this is over.
So, 7 positions, with 4 accepted, one reserved, one WIP, and one empty.
NightDaemon, I've just noticed that London only has 4 moves so far. These characters get 5, so go ahead and choose another. :D

 

[Exo-Raikou]

Going to reserve - will make a profile when I have more time

 

[Lili]

Added another move.

 

[Thorne]

Ah, you hath returned.

It's good to see you once again. It would seem I too late to join this RP, but perhaps next time you make one, I can join.

 

[Blastoise Fortooate]

I'm vaguely sure that I am finished.

 

[Mai]

Full Name: Susanna Dame
Alias: She could go by Dame, or Susanna. She's not one for nicknames.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Orientation: Hetero, but she's not that likely to get crushes.
Species:Gardevoir
Type: Psychic

Appearance: Susanna is about the same as a normal gardevior, but she has made a few adjustments to herself, mostly to make her look human.

The normally abysmally thin gardevior chest of hers has been modified. An actual green sweater covers her chest, similar to the one a gardevior has naturally. She wears long sea green gloves to hide her hands (using her psychic powers to control the fingers and make it less obvious she has different types of fingers). She has no shoes, but her legs are rarely visible, so it doesn't really matter.

She wears a hat, too. An elegant white hat with jade ribbon, and a pale ivy veil to hide her face. She doesn't look that human, and with enough scrutiny (really, concentrating on her when she's not using her psychic power to disguise herself) it's easy to see through the charade. But it's a start.

As a human, she is still pale and thin. She is just about five feet tall, maybe shorter. She is quite pretty, but she has a slight bit of uncanny valley going on. Her eyes are red and unemotional (also slightly big), looking exactly like she did as a gardevoir. Her hair is green, but now a jade color, and it looks almost as it did before. It is slightly more human, but it still looks almost like it did as a pokemon. Her nose is nonexistent, but her eyebrows are still there; thin, dark, and disturbingly perfect. Her legs are sticklike as well. She wears a white dress and a green sweater like she did as a gardevoir and has black dress shoes, but no socks.


Marking: Her marking is that of a red rose, which is on her hand.

Strengths: Susanna's able to see things in perspective well because she keeps her emotion separate. She has powerful attacks just suited for her, and has developed a better way to fight without getting hit.

Weaknesses: She doesn't state her opinion that often, and when she does, she's curt and sometimes rude about it. She's too docile, and when she's not, she's not exactly agreeable. Her distance from everything can lead to the anger of others; she doesn't show enough emotion and can be seen as a jerk. She's also incredibly frail physically, one punch could take her down. Maybe even a punch from a human.

Likes: Silence, her close friends, and going on shopping trips as a human.

Dislikes: Loudness/ over excited people, people who don't listen to her, and people being too close.

Personality: Susanna is very quiet. She prefers her thoughts to say thoughts, and thinks that most people should think the same. It might have something to do with her social skills, which are low due to her living alone. Her opinion about most friendly chatter is that it's useless.

Often, when she talks, it's straitforward and blunt. She prefers it this way because it's simpler.

She can be kind, but sometimes comes off as uncaring due to her silence. She often won't be one to say something like, "That's a really nice move, I wish I could do that," because she probably couldn't do that if she tried and her current moves suit her just fine. She won't say empty compliments either, even if it's really obvious it's expected.

Brief Biography: Susanna was kicked out before she even became a human, when she was just a kirlia. Her parents foresaw her transforming before she even had the chance, and was cast out. Without saying, it was understood she could not return.

She survived on her own for a while, eventually evolving and becoming a gardevoir. She was content, satisfied enough with her lonely life. She had no friends, but she was already unpopular during her childhood, so it wasn't as if it was a huge change.

What was, however, is when a trainer came into the woods. She was dressed in green, and she had long, brown hair that was really tangled. That tends to happen when you hike in the woods for an hour. When she noticed Susanna, she threw out a nuzleaf with an overeager cry of, "You're going to be the next member of my team!".

Susanna looked the trainer in the eyes and soundlessly used psychic, knocking her out instantly. Then, she was reminded of the reason she was kicked out of her home. Because she could turn into a human. She transformed for the first time, becoming a human and then realizing she had no clothes. Judging by the trainer, she remembered humans typically cover themselves with garments. Transforming back, she had another idea to figure out the human society. She took her gloves and sweater along with some of her money, figuring that was her reward for winning.

She put on the garments and went into town, diguising herself the best she could. Susanna bought a hat with a veil the first time she saw one, putting it on so that she could lower her upkeep of the disguise. She got noticed, and kicked out. She still got to keep her hat, though.

She heard about the clan of those who shared her ability, and decided to join. There was no real reason not to, and although she was used to being alon, she was slightly interested.

Moveset: Psychic-Pain split-Hypnosis-Double team-Magical leaf

(Notes: She was one of the first morphs to leave her clan.)

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Finished now.

 

[Nova Prime]

@Mai: Looks good so far, as soon as all bios are finished, I will head over and begin.
@Cuddlefuzz: I'd love to have you in my next RP. :3
@Exo-Raikou: The last position is yours, just don't take too long, or the position will have to open up again.
I will edit the opening post again.

EDIT:
I am making a succinct summary of all the characters for quick reference when roleplaying. I will post it now, so that anyone who thinks something should be changed in reference to their character can say so and I will edit it. If you don't post, I'll assume you are alright with what is written. Also, any question marks mean I do not yet have the information. Exo-Raikou is not yet done.

1. Nova Prime - Riley Gilgamesh Blodwedd (Female/Zangoose)
Age: 20 / Hair: White+Red, cropped / Eyes: Hard Amber / Likes: Showing Off, Spicy Food, being able to prove herself right. / Dislikes: Being called ‘girly’ nicknames, anything overly soppy or sweet, being outdone. /
In 5 Words: Tomboy, Uncultured, Blunt, Quick, Rough
2. BRCB - Aoide Melodie Thrussell Acapella (Female/Altaria)
Age: 16 / Hair: Pale blue, long / Eyes: Large Dark Blue / Likes: Singing; hearing other people talk and sing; high places; sweets. / Dislikes: Dirty things; quiet; blood; the cold. /
In 5 Words: Clean, Prissy, Singer, Vain, Caring
3. Mai - Susanna Dame (Female/Gardevoir)
Age: 22 / Hair: Jade, short / Eyes: Red, large+unemotional / Likes: Silence, her close friends, going on shopping trips / Dislikes: Loudness, over-excited people, people who don't listen to her, people being too close. /
In 5 Words: Straightforward, Withheld, Blunt, Quiet, Intelligent
4. Verne - Percival Anthony Cross (Male/Pidgeot)
Age: 17-18 / Hair: Red, short+ruffled / Eyes: Small Dark / Likes: Fighting, running, flying, keeping people out of his hair / Dislikes: Most people and pokemon. Loud ones especially. Being told to shut his damn trap, or that he needs to chill out. /
In 5 Words: Jerk, Honest, Fighter, Temper, Honest
5. Blastoise - Flicker Sparskeal (Male/Pikachu)
Age: 16 / Hair: Sandy Brown, long+braided / Eyes: Left brown, Right blue+blind / Likes: Food, mock-fights, a good joke, friends / Dislikes: Hunger, killing, waiting, people with attitudes /
In 5 Words: Brawler, Complainer, Cocky, Anti-Violence, Trusting
6. NightDaemon - London Douglas (Female/Lopunny)
Age: 16 / Hair: Red, long / Eyes: Blue / Likes: Communication, attention, good-natured people / Dislikes: Things not going her way, being wrong, loud noises /
In 5 Words: Extrovert, Ambitious, Overconfident, Depressed, Friendly
7. Exo-Raikou - Cassian Torukk (Male/Shedinja)
Age: 19 / Hair: Short, Dark Grey / Eyes: Dull Brown+Black / Likes: Silence, solitude, the results of a successful thievery, late nights / Dislikes: Anyone intruding on "quiet time", people trying to socialize with him, any mention of his family, being looked down on /
In 5 Words: Quiet, Rude, Antisocial, Pessimistic, Thief

 

[Exo-Raikou]

Full Name: Cassian Torukk
Alias (if any): The Empty Thief
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Orientation: Aesexual
Species: Shedinja
Type: Ghost/Bug

Appearance: As a Shedinja, Cassian is in the normal shape of msot of his species - that of an insect's basic exoskeleton, with strange, angular wings coming from the back, arms that don't seem to move anywhere, and eyes that don't look like they could ever see a thing. His back, much like the rest of his species, features a strange hole in between the wings, and his head is in the shape of an insectoid's head, though it lacks any sort of antennae that a normal insectoid would have. His color scheme is a darker than normal variant - rather than being tan and a mud brown, his colors are a dark, almost dead brown and black, respectively. The halo that floats above his head is a dark gray as opposed to white, and if looked at closely, one would see that it is very decayed, as if it was dieing.

As a human, Cassian is rather short for his age - perhaps five and a half feet at best, and in addition, he's very thin - those who have seen him mistook him for a skeleton in low light. His clothing of choice is a brown jacket with a black star shape emblazoned on the back, as well as dark gray pants. His hair is also short, and is almost completely void of color - you could call it a dark grey, at the best. His eyes have dark rings under them, and have very little bright color to them, appearing as only a dull brown-black. The expression on his face carries little to no emotion, yet always gives the unnerving feel of analysis, judgment, and contempt.

Marking: Cassian's marking is on the back of his right hand, and is in the shape of a Shedinja's halo - an incomplete perfect circle

Strengths: Stealth, first and foremost - Cassian can move completely silently when in either form, and when he hides from anyone, it's almost impossible to detect without using some form of Foresight. His stamina is another fine quality - he has been known to go for months while eating and drinking very little. Speed is another talent - a quick use of Thief and Sucker Punch can render anyone that crosses his path dazed until they realized he just stole whatever they were carrying, by which point of course he'll be gone. As a human, he is also dexterous, but since he rarely finds a chance to steal while in human form, he doesn't get to put this talent to use as often.

Weaknesses: Fire especially, but also the Shedinja's other weaknesses: Ghost and darkness energy, flying attacks, and falling rocks. Beams of light also seem to have a negative effect on him. He has a very negative outlook on life (see below), and thus he is not the best social speaker - this is further augmented by his frequent refusals to listen to anyone besides himself.

Likes: Silence, solitude, the results of a successful thievery, late nights.

Dislikes: Anyone that happens to intrude on "quiet time" or wake him up at all, people that keep trying to socialize with him (and thus not realizing that he happens to prefer solitude), any sort of mention of his family, being looked down on.

Personality: Cassian can be summed up as a prick - he's blatantly rude to more or less everyone that tries to speak with him, and he steals from anyone that has something he could even consider wanting. His belief is that those with this ability have anything but greatness in their future - all that could ever lie in their paths are despair and death. He rarely takes human form, and when he does, it's either used as a means of intimidating a pokemon, or when the rare opportunity to steal in it arrives - he's very fond of such a challenge.

He holds nothing but contempt for the outlying Clans, the only reason for him not attacking them being he'd be ganged up on and torn to pieces in an instant. As for the Clan which he is joining, he's merely doing so out of a form of self-preservation - if something should attack them, he will have a few "shields" to use to his advantage.

Brief Biography: Cassian's exile - which began before he even reached his tenth human year - was caused by something that happened during the moment where a Shedinja splits off from a Ninjask. Cassian (as well as his former family) have never revealed what exactly it was, but it's hinted that Cassian might not have been the one the "Transform ability" was supposed to be passed on to. He lived out in the Wild for over a decade, until he caught word of a group of other beings with a similar power as his.

He decided to ignore this idea of a group until a few near-death battles with several former members of his Clan,who accidentally found that he was still alive. After killing those members, he decided that if he were to survive, he would need allies to use as defense. He thus wandered the Wilds for some time before finally stumbling upon the new Clan.

Moveset:

Spite - The user looses its grudge on the move last used by the foe by cutting 4 PP from it.
Thief - The user attacks and steals the foe's held item simultaneously. It can't steal if the user holds an item.
Shadow Ball - The user hurls a shadowy blob at the foe. It may also lower the foe's Sp. Def stat.
Double Team - By moving rapidly, the user makes illusory copies of itself to raise its evasiveness.
Sucker Punch - This move enables the user to attack first. It fails if the foe is not readying an attack, however.