[OOC & Sign-Ups]Darkness Rising

[Crazy Linoone]

Remember, everyone, the form doesn't just serve as a handy sheet when our characters are interacting with each other. Its main purpose is to show whether you're going to be able to post semi-lit RP posts or not, and, frankly, not a lot of you are doing very well right now.

uber charizard

Come on, you can do better than this! Describe him as if I have no idea what an Umbreon is.

Flareth

Accepted.

Xaldin

That could be the reason... And, sure, go ahead.

Full Metal Cookies

:D Accepted, of course.

Male Gardevoir

Reserved.

magnemite

Reserved.

Blastoise

Accepted~

Psymon

Accepted~

Kusarigamaitachi

:D Accepted.



And, my own form:

Name: Akabari
Age: 23 in Absol years
Gender: Male
Species: Absol

Appearance: Akabari is a cat-like creature with coarse white fur covering the most of his body. His face is black, and a long, curved blade grows out of the right side of his face. and his piercing red eyes seem to glow against his black skin. Akabari is rather skinny from underfeeding and he isn't very well muscled, but his sharp claws and agility make up for his lack of strength. Akabari always makes sure his claws and the sickle on his head are properly sharpened and cleaned, for they are the only weapons he can really rely on. Although there are various scars all over his body, they are mostly covered by his fur and hard to see. The only clearly visible scar is a large nick across the black gem on his forehead that he received in a fight with a Typhlosion.

Personality: Akabari usually does not talk unless prompted to, as he prefers to save his energy for other uses. However, when he feels as if his opinion needs to be heard, he won't be afraid to speak up and loudly. Akabari is a solitary creature and likes to spend his time alone, and a little run-in with some Creatures of the Light made him instantly distrustful towards all creatures who act friendly towards him. Although he's not very fond of being in groups, he understand the importance of teamwork and is fiercely loyal to allies that he trust. While Akabar may not seem very friendly, a pokemon can actually gain his trust pretty easily, provided that it is not a Creature of the Light. Years of hiding and running from Creatures of the Light taught Akabari that underhanded tactics -- lying, taunting, coveting -- are all good and well, as long as they are used against his enemies. While he can sometimes sense disaster, his ability is not very pronounced and he cannot see the future as clearly as most other Absols.

History: Akabari was born and in a small pack of Absol that had managed to escape destruction only by the disaster-sensing power of their leader. Because their numbers are few, Akabari had to be always on the move to run away from creatures of the Light who believe that they were Chosen to vanquish the Darkness. The pack wished desperately for Giratina to regain power again, for survival was getting harder and harder as a pack of Arcanine and Growlithe set its eyes on bringing an end to the Absols.

One day, Akabari, out on a hunting trip, met a friendly young Growlithe. Having never met a Creature of the Light face to face, Akabari came to trust the Growlithe, and they hunted together for a while. When Akabari went back to his pack, disaster struck. A few Arcanines stormed out of the forest and begun slaughtering his pack, and Akabari's pack leader, who had been injured in a previous hunt, was too weak to foresee the disaster. Despite the fight they put up, Akabari's parents were killed as well as most of his pack, and Akabari managed to escape with burnt fur and a large wound on his forehead. The fur gradually grew back, and the wound scarred over, but Akabari now firmly believes that the Growlithe had betrayed him and the friendly act was just a facade. Akabari roamed alone since then, waiting for the prophecy to come true so he and other Darkness pokemon could finally live in peace.

Other: None.

 

[Ven]

Name: Vanxir
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Weavile

Appearance: Vanxir's appearance looks like that of a bluish-black bipedal feline, clad in a bright red crown, and collar. He has two tails, instead of three like its pre-evolved form. Unlike its pre-evolved form, there is no gem on its chest, and it has three claws on each paw, as opposed to just two. He also has piercing red eyes.

Personality: Vanxir is... cruel and sadistic due to a little run-in with a few Pokémon. He is rather distant towards others, and will not show mercy, friend or foe. He despises to be tricked, and will kill whoever does that, to him or others. He is sarcastic, and takes a long time to build trust to anyone. At times, he may enter a berserk state of mind. In this "mode" he will attack all with vicious savagery, and with no mercy. Is also a master of strategy.

History: At birth, Vanxir was... different. As a sneasel, he had a different "mind" then the rest. His brain was more in tune with his environment and his instincts, his mind will go berserk when he is threatened, and he has very little Resistance to this "side". As a ritual for evolution, he must venture to the wilds, with a Razor Fang, and to kill something and bring its hide to his society and all overnight. While on this ritual, he was ambushed by his own people. They said he was "unfit" for them and had to be dealt with. Not wanting to kill his own kind, he tried to run away, but they cornered him, bringing out his other "side". In a few seconds, they were slaughtered. He completed the ritual, but not without making a vow. A vow to never kill his own kin ever again. Due to evolution, he has a better control to his other side, and can call upon it at anytime, but he can still lose control.

In time, Vanxir became the leader of his tribe. The others didn't really care. His tribe was based on one thing. To rise through the ranks. And the only way to do that is to kill the 'mon on top. A swift slash to the neck or a secret toxic to his/her food; it does not really matter to them. Either way, it was not frowned upon by his society, in fact, it was encouraged! But they are not without justice. If there was a clear witness, then you must be punished, however, they only accept eyewitness accounts, not evidence. Vanxir saw a major flaw in his society, but did not question it. In fact, that is why he is what he is today. From his society, he learns to be secluded so there is no chance of being usurped. Also, his tribe is a war faring one. Often challenging other tribes. From this be becomes a master of strategy.

But, he eventually left, to find the answers on to why he was born like the way he is. However, his tribe despises "quitters" and those who leave their society. So now, he is forever shunned from his people. He also has piercing red eyes.

 

[Barubu]

Name: Fenos
Age: 11
Gender: male
Species: Umbreon

Appearance: Fenos has a rounded head, his black ears-along with the rest of his body- almost glow black. His rings glow bright gold at any sense of danger. He is 4ft. tall and 5ft long from his head to his tail.His coat is a.... how should I say it? a shimmering
black coat. He has a bright red tongue; which was never explained to him(as far as he knows). His paws stretch down from his shoulders and waist, and his tail comes about a foot from his backside.

Personality: Fenos is kind and open to other Pokemon, but doesn't tolerate distrustful Pokemon. He loves to stay awake most of the time, but in the light,his rings stop glowing.Fenos is actually at a crossroads, wondering if he's doing the right thing, but is afraid to tell anyone in fear that they will shun him.

History:Fenos actually doesn't know about his past. In the war, he suffered from amnesia and is searching for answers. He believes that there was a ritual in which he was forcefully evolved. His best friend was his brother(they were both Eevees at the time), but in his research, he found that his brother was also forced into evolution; but into an Espeon. His brother was recruited into Arceus's army, and Fenos is afraid to face him.

 

[Mad MOAI]

Name: Lucidia
Age: Early 14 in Houndour years
Gender: Female
Species: Houndour

Appearance: Lucidia... looks kind of like a small black wolf. Her fire-colored snout is short and round, with a jaw angled downward and long fangs near the back of her mouth. A white skull-like decoration adorns and completely hides her forehead, as well as outlining the angle of her eyes. Her species' ears are somewhat large and angled backwards, giving her a constantly angry countenance. She has stout but agile legs and paws with retractable claws; bleached bone shackles are worn on her ankles. Her underbelly is a fiery orange like her face; two pale bars curve over her back at a perpendicular angle to her spine and end in points at about the height of her shoulders. Her tail is small but pointed, giving her the appearance of a very small boxer.

Even for her species, Lucidia is rather small, but her somewhat deep voice contradicts this. She stands at around one foot, six and a half inches instead of 1'11.6".

Personality: Lucidia tends to be silent in most situations. When asked a question, she will usually ignore the Pokemon who is talking to her unless he or she is a good friend (which is unlikely since she likes to be alone so much). She doesn't trust too many other Pokemon due to the Light armies being so common these days, which usually causes her to appear rude to others. When she does talk, she either yells or speaks in short sentences to avoid interacting with others too much. She really doesn't like to get herself mixed up in fighting, because she believes herself to not be very good at it, but in truth she underestimates her own abilities. Lucidia can be a bit hasty at times, occasionally speaking her mind or attacking without thinking first. When she realizes a mistake she'll most likely wander off to be alone again.

History: Lucidia was originally part of a gang of Dark-type Pokemon, made of six or so including her. The members were Drapion, Sneasel, Nuzleaf, her, Mightyena (the leader), and Sableye (his deputy). The latter three were most often separated for the others, almost as if they were two separate groups. Mightyena was slightly mad in her opinion; he always claimed to be studying the patterns of space. She was one of the "scouts" of this group: one who guarded the territory from intruders. She didn't really like this job, since it meant fighting most of the time; it was only a few moments where she just barked hoarsely at the enemy to drive them away. At one point during an unusually cold night, she came across other members of the Darkness army. Their auras were oddly friendly, but she can't remember them to this day.

*She pounced and lowered her front with a growl, but after that she made no sign of attacking. "My name is Lucidia," she told them, and loosened herself up. She rose to her paws again and looked at the ground. "I'm from a gang of Dark-types. I don't really like fighting for them, but I'm forced to..."

And at that point her memory went blank until when she was in the war. Her Fire attacks would burn several enemies, but she couldn't help backing away as the Light army gained on her side. Truthfully, she didn't want to fight, but it was all she could do now. She could remember countless times using Beat Up to take down an enemy much stronger than her, since she had so many allies on her side. Fortunately, she wasn't killed in the war, although she was stepped on repeatedly due to her puniness. She would Howl often to keep her attack and spirit boosted, but still her side lost. From then on she went around alone, as she had abandoned her gang while the aftermath of the war was still upon them. She hunted meager prey, but managed to keep herself alive until now.

Other: *This paragraph is the dream sequence where Lucidia appeared to me. Yes, she IS from a dream I had, although I've used her as a character in a few RPs so far.

 

[Darksong]

Name: Requiem
Age: 40
Gender: Female
Species: Mismagius

Appearance: Requiem's pink spots on her head and where a humanoid Pokémon's legs would be are jagged-edged. She appears to be wearing a large witch's hat. Her eyes are a creepy, even foreboding amber, and she has three red, oval-shaped gems around her waist. Requiem lacks arms or legs, and appears slightly as if she is wearing a dress.

Personality: Requiem tends to be the quiet and selfish type; she doesn't like to talk to others at all and prefers to remain secluded. She can be slightly arrogant at times, and prefers to work alone when fighting. It's hard for her to make friends, although she is also quite intelligent and can easily create strategies. Requiem prefers to take advantage of her speed in battle. Requiem is somewhat serious, although she laughs occasionally. She likes being in dark and quiet places, and also likes to sing and chant. But she dislikes being in crowded places, since they make her feel awkward and, ironically, exposed. She also dislikes fighting Normal-type Pokémon.

It's hard to make Requiem an ally, as she prefers to act on her own decisions. She's not easily convinced when it comes to odd things, but if she sees that the answer is the least bit possible, she'll ponder it. Being a Ghost type, she has a small range of psychic powers, and rarely can vaguely tell what others are feeling. Of course, she doesn't like to take advantage of this, but also tends to hide what shreds of sympathy she may have. Requiem isn't emotional at all, although she is rather wise. She claims to have a lot of experience in the world, being an old ghost. Inside, she is creative, although she tries to deny it if anyone has a chance of finding out.

History: As a Misdreavus, Requiem lived in the Lost Tower south of Solaceon. She immediately adjusted to the quiet place, as few Pokémon other than Ghost-types like her lived there.. She spent her time creating melodies and letting her chants echo on the vast stone walls of the tower, giving a foreboding air and mysterious murmuring sound to the Lost Tower. She would often visit the top of the tower, where it was most silent except for the sound of the gentle wind. Requiem felt that she wanted to be isolated and stayed as far away from any social activity as possible.

Often, Requiem would hear murmuring in the tower, as if someone were answering back to her... and these hushed messages often inspired her. Eventually, her chants turned to song. Although she was very passionate, she forced herself to stay quiet, in fear of attracting other Pokémon who were curious. Requiem often sang of the prophecy, fragments of which she had heard echoing in the tower, as if other ghosts were discussing it long ago. But she would only sing in the cover of night, when she would be invisible. Sometimes, on the darker nights, she would shriek and absorb the fear of anyone nearby. However, the tower seemed to seem more and more full of the murmuring that was responding to her song.

Under the watchful darkness of night once, she finally journeyed out of the tower, looking over the forested route wistfully. A single light flashed from the sky... a star. Requiem sang of this, evolving with song into a Mismagius as she composed a melody of that star. That was the night when she fell silent for a long time....

Until the eclipse. The eclipse began to fold over the darkened moon, and Requiem saw this as important. She was still as solitary as ever, and didn't plan on joining anyone. But who knows... maybe it's mandatory for her to complete her desire... the wish that she had put on that star. To bring Darkness back to the world.

Other: I can't believe I just typed this when I'm about to go to bed. But then again, I think more deeply at this time. :P

 

[Thorne]

Just for the record Darksong, there are no humans in this RP.

 

[Kali the Flygon]

would like to reserve.. will have a form up later

 

[Lars The Turtwig]

Maknig two characters at once, since more than one character is allowed, acording to what I saw in the rules. =)

Name: Leaf

Age: early 20's

Gender: Male

Species: Alakazam

Appearance: So very attractive you gotta puke
Leaf has a yellow, feline like head, and deep green eyes. His chest and stomach are covered by a brown armour, and so are his legs, down to the knees. He has a long, yellow beard, whose colour is a tone lighter than te rest of his body, and two pointy ears. He also has a brown defender on his hand, from the elbow to the hand, but not including it. His legs are long, and his leg fingers each have a claw. In addition, he always carries around two spoons, but if one looks closely, they would figure out the spoons are acctualy daggers. In addition, he's got a yellow symbol on his chest(on the armour) that shows a picture of two crossed knives. (in other words, a yellow X on his chestplate)
yay long description

Personality: He is so way perfect that my eyes are blinded
Leaf is an agressive fellow, and has a habit of punching other pokemno in the face when they anger him. He hardly makes friend with anyone, but these he befriended always stay his friends. Extremly supicious, he will attack anyone he doesn't know and comes too close, making it even harder for him to get any allies.

History: He was raped, kidnapped, abused, thrown away by his parents, and raped again because he is so perfect
Leaf was first grown up by his parents, an female Alakazam and a Gallade.


When he was 4, something that changed his life happened- he found out that his mother was doing some... dark business. After his father found out about it, it wasn't too long before his father killled his mother and said person gave the kid to the first pokemon he met- a Gengar.

Said gengar started looking after Leaf, helping him grow up and teaching hhim about how selfish and evil the world of light was, much like his father. One day, when he was 10, his father found him when he was accompanied by a group of Gallade and Gardevoir. They took him away, and started teaching him how evil and greedy the dark side was.

However, having been thrown away by his father, Leaf, now a Kadabra, started going amok. After doing more than some damage, some of the local pokemon caught him, woundng him in the chest and sending him to the dark side. After a few weeks of living alone, he met Nicolaus.

After a while of following him, the two befriended. Still, to that day, Alakazam despises Gardevoirs, other Alakazams, and more than anything else, Gallades.
However, as time passed, he started becoming paranoid after more and more pokemon started hating him when he came back to his gengar teacher's home in the dark side, and finally, he started despising more or less every pokemon that is a psychic, flying, grass, or any other type pokemon that isn't ghost or dark.

Other:
The X on the chest is a wound, by the way.
Nicolaus' partner.

Name: Nicolaus

Age: Late 20's

Gender: Male

Species: Weavile

Appearance: Nicolaus is a light pink furred weasel. He has long, white claws, and his whole hand(paw) is covered in white colour. He has yellow feathers on his head, two where he should have ears, and several more on his butt, somewhat resembling bird feathers. He has deep yellow eyes, and there is a light blue crystal on his forehead and chest.

Personality: Nicolaus is something of a prankster and a bastard. He has a habit of making fun out of pokemon, especially when there is something funny about their appearence. He is, just like Leaf, very agressive, but unlike Leaf, before fighting, he tries to convice other pokemon to become peaceful.
Most of the time, he will try to use any edge he can, meaning that if he will find a halfway dead pokemon on the ground, he will feast on it for sure, so, in other words, he is sometimes selfish.

History: Nicolaus never got to find out who his parents were. The first day he remember from his life was when he woke up in a small cage, finding out he was in a 'canibalistic' Weavile tribe. After a few days of being captive, one of the weaviles freed him out of mercy, and gave him a Razor claw, telling him it will help him one day.
After a few months of living alone, he met a face he would never forget- the leader of the 'canibalistic' weaviles. They started fighting, and, after a long battle which seemed to be going to be Nicolaus' end, he found something out- he didn't use the Razor claw a single time since the day he was given it. Somehow, with some luck, he managed to slash the Weavile's face with the claw, distracting him for a moment and then striking him in the neck, making ti the first time he killed someone of his own species. After that battle, he evolved, becoming a weavile himself, and while the Razor Claw disappeared, he did eat the Weavile, making it his first time eating a fresh meal. A few days afterwards, he met Leaf, and befriended him after said pokemon followed him for a while.

Other: Leaf's partner.

 

[Exo-Raikou]

Well, here goes

Name: Ocent
Age: In the years of his species, 30
Gender: Male
Species: Spiritomb

Appearance: One look at Ocent and you know that he is no ordinary Spiritomb. Your average, everyday Spiritomb resembles a large purple cloud shaped like a razor-edged disk coming out of a cracked rock with strange green marks scattered around it in a circular pattern. Ocent, on the other hand, takes the form of a strange black cloud shaped like a razor-edged disk coming out of a cracked rock with strange red marks scattered around it in a circular pattern. His eyes are no different from that of another Spiritomb: one is the same color as his markings (red) and has no pupil, and the other is also red but has a strange swirl pattern in the middle of it

Personality: Ocent once had wisdom. Ocent was once a gentle Spiritomb who only wanted to learn his reason for existing. Ocent was once a curious ghost that traveled the world in order to find his reason to exist.

That's all gone. Now, Ocent is a ruined shell, a pokemon that has very little sanity left to lose. While he still has one last fragment of sanity for him to cling to, he has become cruel and uncaring; vicious and cold. Or any other number of synonyms for those words. While this lack of any sympathy makes him a powerful force in battle, it also gives off a bad impression to those who are traveling with him. He usually doesn't listen to any being sans himself, if he does seem to be listening to another, it's either a falsification, or he's just using whoever he's listening to as a means to find out his own name. For that is his true drive in life. For him, anyone who stand in his way of finding out his true name is an enemy to be destroyed.

What Ocent doesn't realize is that these continued violent urges are a sign that his last scrap of sanity is being eaten away at. In due time, the violent urges will completely override any idea of "being," and he will become nothing more than a violent, insane spirit.

History: Ocent was, like all of his species, made from a fusion of 108 souls. What makes him unique, though, is that these souls were not the souls of those who were about to pass on; they were the souls of an entire village of people. 108 innocents were sacrificed for his creation. It is because of that brutal act that he takes on the strange color.

But Ocent knows nothing of this. He doesn't even know his true name. His first memory is emerging from his keystone in the middle of a ruined area- that of course is the area where his village once stood. He knew that he was a fusion of 108 souls, but that is only because all Spiritombs, from the youngest to the oldest, know of that fact; he knew nothing of the means to his creation. Not even knowing his own name, which happened to be the name of the village that was used to create him, he took on the name Ocent, which is a portmanteau of the words Octo and Centum; those are the Latin words for 8 and 100, respectively. After his waking, he would wander the world, hoping to find a purpose to his existence, or at least hoping to find his real name.

He found none. Spiritombs were feared by many of the pokemon that lived near his place of awakening, and this one in particular was feared because of the rumors of how he was created (none of the local pokemon knew of how he was created because none dared to find out, and any who did know mysteriously vanished.) For thirty of his years he attempted to find a reason behind his own existence, but found none. After ten of his years, these failures caused him to delve deep into despair, and as he delved deeper, his sanity started to give. This resulted in several violent rampages, and it was after the fifth such rampage that he was attacked by a valiant Bronzong. After a long conflict, Ocent was sealed into his keystone, but this very act killed the Bronzong.

For nineteen of his years he remained sealed away in that stone. While under seal, his sanity further deteriorated, until there was but a hint of wisdom underneath the madness. It was because of that small fragment of wisdom that Ocent knew the only way to define his existence was to discover his true name.

It was perhaps twenty seconds after he realized this that he was unsealed. He heard a voice telling him that his true purpose was to fulfill the mission commanded by Giratina. That voice told him that if he accomplished this, he would learn his true name.

Ocent now had a reason to go on; he now had an anchor to sanity

Other: Nope

 

[shadow_lugia]

I got online again and did my profile.

 

[Crazy Linoone]

WHY DOES TCoD KEEP ON EATING MY POSTS

Walls of text makes Linoone happy.

Anyway, everyone is accepted besides shadow_lugia, who needs to add more to the Personality section and Lars the Turtwig's character Leaf, who needs a better reason to join the Darkness. Just because he hates Gallades and Gardeviors doesn't mean that he hates all Light, and the Darkness won't treat him very nicely because he's not one of them.

RP will start once TCoD stops eating my posts.

 

[Lars The Turtwig]

Fixed it a little.

 

[shadow_lugia]

I think I-

OHEY A LINOONE POST *noms*

Anyways, I think I fixed it. Hopefully.

 

[magnemite]

Name: Brennen
Age: 14 Haunter years old
Gender: Male (/boy/dude/etc.)
Species: Haunter

Appearance: The only unique feature to Brennen is the turquoise hands (regular colored fingers), so it lookes like he has fingerless gloves, and the fact that he has a ghoastly hat the same color as his hands. He had 7 "spikes" on the back of his head. He now only has six an a half, due to a freak accident that nobody knows about and Brennen can't remember. He has a gaze that people think can "see their soul", but he can't really. Brennen has some of the sharpest teeth of any any pokémon! The only downside is he coudn't make any friends, because they thought he was going to eat them

Personality: Brennen is a shy Haunter, but he loves to scare others. He will pull some legs (litterally) from shadows, but jumps at a leaf stirring (not litterally).

History: Brennen was always rejected by his peers, which is why he is so timid. He has yet to learn how to go through solid objects, but can go through liquids and lolaquids. the fact that Brennen was played like an accordion by all the street "bums" that he met explain his unwilingness to trust others. His parents are still trying to find him since he got lost in a huge tornado. But Brennen supprisingly doesn't know who his parents are.

Other: sorry, but I suck at details...

If you saw before the edit, never mind the
first request. I just forgot that I saved this person as a notepad document

 

[Dragon]

Reserve please~

And hi, people :o

 

[Arylett Charnoa]

Atnuraripoff with different personality

Name: Arkra

Age: 17 in years of species.

Gender: Female

Species: Mightyena

Appearance: A caninelike creature with gray fur, pointed ears, on all fours. Has a long black mane running down the back, which turns into the tail. Also, paws are tipped with black, and nose is red, with yellow and red eyes. Unlike normal ones of her species, however, the black mane is covered with curled fur which is a bit frizzy, as well as the black parts of the paws. Oh and has a red feather behind her ear.

Personality: So shy was she. A few years ago, Arkra was a completely different person. (Pokemon are people too!) Formerly, she would refrain from saying anything that was on her mind and was rather secretive. And she would disguise all of the negative feelings she held within with jokes and false optimism. But that changed. That changed when several things happened..

Now? She is rather arrogant, and stubborn. Especially that last part. Arkra has a tendency to be searing cynical as well, and does not hesitate to speak her mind. Basically, she is extremely blunt. She got sick of pretending to be optimistic all the time, and now basically only speaks the truth. Most of the time, at least. There are just some things that are still too painful for her to speak.

Despite this nature inspired by negativity, she's not really all that bad. Within the deepest parts of her, she has large amounts of hope and idealism that have not yet been crushed by the incidents that occured. They still influence her behavior, mainly her stubborness, as she is unwilling to give up on fixing things and making them better, trying every possible thing at every cost. She also is very loyal, especially to those who she considers worthy and to be her closest friends. Though sometimes her cynical and tough front may put others off, underneath she is quite sensitive, and harbours very passionate emotions. As such, she's easily aggrivated, irritated, and prone to random moody sullen fits if something upsets her. Just don't piss her off, and you'll have a good friend for a long while.

History: The past... the past for Arkra was something of a bumpy ride. Well, whose past isn't a bit of a bumpy ride?

Ecruteak City, several years ago. A Poochyena was born, born with strange defected fur. In the past prior, several legends had been spoken of one who would have such deep Darkness within them that their fur would be corrupted. Was this true?

Well, Arkra always did... struggle with the Darkness inside of her. She loathed it, how she had little control over it, and how at times it seemed to make her unfeeling. It did indeed seem true; she had more Darkness than the other Poochyena.

At first, she tried to fight it, vigorously and stubbornly. All she wanted was to be a Creature of Light, not a Monster of Darkness. She would often watch them from a distance, those Creatures of Light, and see how happy they looked in comparison to the Dark Beasts she was forced to hang about. She would repress her extreme Darkness, and it at first left her shy, and unwilling to tell anybody anything about the things she felt within or anything at all. It was all secrets.

From this, Arkra had only learned to put herself down. That she was a terrible and awful person with nothing of worth to contribute. She wouldn't make friends with any of those around her, feeling too much shame, and at the same time, not wanting to fit in with fellow Creatures of Darkness. She felt too much pride to cavort with them, as if she was too pure, and different. The only friends she wanted were those of Light. But she couldn't have them, as they wouldn't accept her deep Darkness, she was sure.

This lack of friendship for most of her life left her very socially lacking, and seemed to make her a bit... off in the head. She didn't understand most commonly known social conventions. So most of her life, she spent it trying to shed off what was so naturally part of her.

Several things, however, happened to her. She began to get close to several fellow Creatures of Dark. At first, they were merely only casual acquaintances, ones she swore to herself she wouldn't get too deeply attached to. But she began to get close, and for the first time in her life, she had friends she could actually trust, ones who felt the same things she had felt... she didn't think it was possible to find anybody who she could connect with like that.

It changed her, immensely, and made her more expressive. No matter what she said to them, what terrible horrid thing she would say to them, they seemed to stand by her. True friends for sure.

Unlike all the others, who had evolved already into Mightyena, she was still by a Poochyena at this point, not having trained her Darkness at all. But with the aid of her friends, she grew to accept it, to accept that that was who she was, and it was okay to be that. It wasn't bad and nobody would judge her for it.

Though she still wasn't ready to evolve, just not yet. Until...

Her first love. It was a strange love, and it didn't make much sense to most. It was a Murkrow. At first, he was nice and kind. But soon, their relationship began to get stale, as they argued all the time. She was forced to break it off, but remained friends. Yet the remaining friendship was a burden upon her, and everytime she spoke to him, it upset her. All the arguments they continued to have drained Arkra of much of her optimism, and left her more cynical than she was before. She was already cynical before, she was just afraid to voice it as most people don't like to hear negative things. But their rocky relations taught her not to be afraid to say what needed to be said sometimes, the negative and blunt things people didn't want to hear.

Then one day, she got enough courage, and broke off their relations for good. After that, Arkra evolved into a Mightyena, having finally gotten a good control over her Darkness. On the day she evolved, she found a red feather floating down from the sky. As red was her favourite colour, she saw it as a sign… a sign that maybe she had done the right thing, and so she put it behind her ear. As a symbol of her new self.

From that point, she became much more accepting of it, and decided to join Giratina. Not because she hates those of the Light, but because she wants them to see that their hatred of Darkness is senseless, and that it will only cause needless pain to those like her.

Still though, she's not completely perfect. She still hasn't fully accepted the Darkness, and harbours mixtures of hatred and fear for it. She also, although not hating Creatures of Light, still resents them secretly due to jealousy reasons. Overall, she's still a bit mixed about the Darkness, but she accepts it much more than in the past. And she also has trouble controlling the extreme Darkness due to her still not full acceptance of it. She hopes that by making those of the Light accept it, then perhaps she can truly accept it herself.

Other: Nope. I went into DETAIL OVERLOAD on this one.

 

[Crazy Linoone]

Whee, everyone's accepted besides magnemite, who hasn't finished his form yet, and Twiggy's character Leaf, who still needs a better reason for joining the Darkness. Why did he suddenly become paranoid? Just because a few Creatures started hating him doesn't mean everyone hates him and that he will hate everyone.

The RP will start once TCoD decides not to crash or eat my post.

 

[Blazie]

Name: Flora
Age: 12 in species years.
Gender: Female
Species: Drifloon

Appearance:As a Drifloon, Flora's main body appears to be a dull purple sphere, with a tuft of the same material at the back and center of it. When you remember that her body is filled with a gas slightly lighter than the surrounding air, she very much resembles a balloon. Her two black, beady eyes sit in the centre of her front, to either side of a thick yellow design shaped like an 'X'.

There is a white, wispy tuft of cloud-like material sitting on top of her head/body. Two thin black ropes of vine-like material extend beneath her, often used to lift light objects. These can withstand as much force and elemental attacks as her body, but Flora cannot feel them unless the core carrying nerves is exposed, and if they are intentionally sliced/cut they will likely be severed, taking about a week to grow back fully. On the bottom of each "rope" dangles a thin, heart-shaped piece of flesh the same yellow as the X on her face. These, unlike the ropes, have feeling. One is ripped nearly in half vertically, caused by a Slash-happy Scyther, which makes her flight erratic at times, but if it were to regrow it would emerge intact.

Flora normally hovers about 1 foot off of the ground, although she can fly higher or lower at will to travel or talk to other Pokemon.

Personality: Flora is generally a very docile Pokemon, often considered childish for her insistence that there is good in everyone (except the Army of Light.) She usually has a positive note to add to any discussion. She seeks diplomatic solutions to arguments and seeks to please those around her. While some are annoyed by this behaviour, Flora ignores them and continues on pleasantly.

If you mention her parents or the Creatures of Light, however, she becomes a whole different Pokemon. Her normally light, soft tone becomes harsh and negative, and she is filled with hatred and malice. During these times she encourages violence and negative feelings, and becomes cruel and slightly sadistic in her actions and words, although she can be calmed down quite quickly if the mention was in passing or accidental. Unfortunately (or fortunately, if during battle) for her comrades, if she meets the objects of her hatred face to face she will not be calmed until they are gone, whether the Army of Night disposes of them alongside her or somehow convinces her to turn away and forget about them.

Whenever she works herself into this state, Flora will puff up larger than usual, nearly doubling her size but reducing her control over flight and causing her to float higher than usual.

History: Flora's upbringing was fairly normal for a period. She learned to battle, made friends in her settlement, and went home to loving parents. Her colony was one which, for the most part, tended more toward their dark, Ghostly side rather than their good sides. That is not to say they were cruel; no, most were quite pleasant. They simply sympathized with Giratina, and most young children hoped to join the Army of Night someday. However, Flora's parents both tended toward the Light and wished to change the views of the colony.

When Flora was eight or so, they decided to openly proclaim their alignment in hope of finding others who sympathized with Arceus. This failed; the rest of the colony drove them out. Flora was left behind, and she has never forgiven them for this. She soon came up with a theory: that the Creatures of Light had somehow brainwashed her parents into joining them and leaving her. This is the cause of her hatred towards the Army of Light.

When she was finished her basic training (at age 11), Flora joined the Army of Night in hopes of exacting revenge; she doesn't care if she gets the specific Pokemon that took her family from her as long as she hurts the Creatures of Light as a whole.

Other: Nada. =)

 

[magnemite]

Edited profile, and I tried to put as much detail into it as possible. which is mor detail than what's in my project...[\s]

 

[Chaon]

Name: Eron'ta (Er for short)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Nidoking
Appearance: Incredibly intimidating. Everything about him DEMANDS that all others cower away from him. He has crimson eyes that pierce flesh and see into the soul, and make it quiver. His usually-colored carapace was pitch black, and the usually white-beige underbelly, as well as the inside of his ears, are snow white. His teeth are unusually long and thick, making the entire set of razor-sharp jaws visible, even if his gaping maw is shut. The horn that extends from his head has been smashed almost completely off, so that only a jagged stump remains. His belly is also unusually trim, making him a little lighter and a little faster than most Nidokings.

Personality: A genuine monster. He loves fighting, and let's nothing get in his way of a good battle, even if he knows it's one he will not win. When not fighting, though he is wickedly cruel and insanely clever. He can twist the words of others to make them hi own, and plays at others' weaknesses whenever possible. He has no good side, for those who will believe it. Everyone is on his bad side, and instead of sucking up should stay out of his way. It is also true, as many rumors have told by those who dare speak about him, that he is incapable of love. This is useful knowledge to those who do not wish to be fooled by the facades that he puts on in order to get what he wants.

In short, his personality says: Stay out of my way.

History: As far as Er is concerned, he has no past. His Mother died at childbirth, alone and afraid for her child. After that, he grew up the hard way: On his own. He could sniff out which berries were poisoned, and what water was unclean, and he could judge well a safe place to sleep. What he said to the first pokemon he ever met was, "What you see now, is all there is. No past, and no future. I am now." He said this right before he killed the pokemon. He hasn't changed his motto since. When Darkrai appeared to him, he thought that he was there to fight, and began trying to attack him. Er was very disappointed to find that that wasn't the case at all. Darkrai chose him, because the taint of love had never before touched his heart, making it go stone cold.

Other: You COULD have let me know we were starting... DX