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Closed Pandemic II

Name: Mark
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Appearance: Mark is five-foot-two, and is of average build. His dark brown hair has had blond highlights ever since the experiment. His hair is also wooly and soft. He has small striped bumps on his temples and wears a pair of glasses with rounded-rectangle frames. His hair crackles with static electricity. His eyes are usually blue-gray, but they turn a cat-like yellow when he's excited.
DNA: Mareep.
History: Mark lived on a ranch, with Mareep, Miltank, and the like. He had several baby Mareep as temporary pets, and he loved the little creatures. When he turned ten, instead of becoming a trainer or coordinater, he took care of eggs and Pokemon at the Mauville Daycare and loved it. Sadly, working with the Pokemon, many of whom were Electric-types, was a danger to employees and Mark was let go when the Daycare closed. He was out one day in the city, looking for a job, when there was a sudden thunder storm. It was powerful and Mark, half-blind and deaf, ran down an alley and hid in a plastic container. Out of nowhere, he was hit in the head with a large, blunt object and was dragged off by two shadowy figures.
Personality: Mark is quiet around strangers, and dreads talking to people like store managers or store clerks. He is surprisingly open around friends, to the point were it sometimes gets annoying. Mark is creative and likes to draw, paint, sculpt, and other things of that nature. He likes to do well, and gets grumpy when he fails at something. Mark likes to find things out mostly for the sake of knowing, and thus knows a lot of seemingly random things. He angers rather easily, but gets over it quite quickly. He likes reading, but isn't very interested in writing.
Other: Ability is Static. Moveset is Thundershock, Thunderwave, Spark, and Power Gem.

I hope I get accepted. This is the longest I have ever spent on a form.
 
I'm going to have to write a ton of stuff, I can feel it. Can I reserve a spot? I can probably get it in by tomorrow.
 
Full Metal Cookies said:
link008 - let's see a form and I'll judge from there... I don't recall seeing any RPs you were in x3
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I don't recall a time we've been in the same RP, so I shouldn't be surprised. I don't get on as often as I used to, I think.

Name: Philippe
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is on the short side, standing about 5' 7", with an average build. He has black hair, which is now partly blond, in stripes, after the experiments. His head has two short antennae like on an Electabuzz's head. He has a black and yellow striped cat tail. His body glows with energy in the dark, like Electabuzz. His last feature would be fangs. His usual attire is a mostly-yellow Hawaiian shirt, brown pants, and sneakers.
DNA: Electabuzz
History: Philippe grew up in a less savory part of town. He had a relatively stable childhood, though, with few run-ins with trouble. However, he turned to criminal enterprise as his occupation, first working small time for similiarly small-time gangs, distributing drugs, and moved his way up from there. He eventually got his own crew running, and shifted his own time to money laundering, where he grew wealthy. Eventually, he built himself a nice residence on some prime beachfront property. Unfortunately, it all came crumbling down after some police sniffing and a tip-off. Sent to jail on a myriad of white-collar crimes, possession, and various other things he can't be bothered to remember, he was on a life-sentence with virtually no chance of parole, when he was given the option of joining the experiment and having DNA injected. He opted in.
Personality: He is both business-like, yet aloof. A good organizer, though sometimes not appreciating the seriousness of the situation. He prefers to let others do things for him. He has good leadership sense and skills, even if he can be difficult to take seriously. He is quite social and is thusly easy to get along with. He has a lot of contacts in the outside world, though his profession is full of deceit and just as many view him in a negative light. He dislikes using violence to solve every problem, first choosing his words carefully, and only resorting to violent measures if negotiations fail or if the other party has seriously wronged him.
Moves: Thunderpunch, Thundershock, Thunder Wave, Light Screen

Bolt.
 
Name: Fernando Rafael Thompson
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: He stands 5'9" and is of average build. He has yellowish skin on some parts of his body with black markings on his neck and ears.
DNA: Ampharos
History: Born to a Welsh father and a Mexican mother, Fernando was born in a lower-middle-class area of Goldenrod City. When Fernando was 10, his parents divorced. Two days later, his mother was killed in a bus accident. Fernando was then sent to Jubilife City to live with his father. Three years later, when Fernando was 13, his father was also killed, this time by an armed murderer. Shortly after, Fernando dropped out of school. A week later, a hurricane tore through Jubilife City, and he ended up on the streets. At age 16, Fernando was kidnapped by a gang of criminals. Eight months later (now), the criminals were caught. However, just when Fernando thought he'd resume his life on the streets, he was taken by two men to the lab, where he had Ampharos DNA added to his own.
Personality: He is rather temperamental, but creative. Having only been educated until he was 13, he doesn't understand many highly technical terms. He can speak Spanish due to having a Mexican mother and taking it when he was still in school. He can be arrogant, but he is also merciful (usually), and hates being called by his middle name, Rafael.
Moves: Thundershock, Thunder Wave, Thunderpunch, Power Gem

BOLT.

EDIT: If I'm accepted, when do we start?
 
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Name: Saya Narucha

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Appearance: Saya has long, brown hair with streaks the colour of Autumn leaves. Her eyes are chocolate brown, and are unusually big.
She normally wears a red and orange dress, with long white socks and smart black pumps. She wears a small gold pendant around her neck in the shape of a thunderbolt. She ties her hair up in a ponytail with a red ribbon.
She is relatively short for her age, but she has longer arms than average.
After the experiments, she has grown a Plusle tail, and her ears have grown longer.

DNA: Plusle

History: She had a pretty normal history, growing up in the central part of Goldenrod, except her mother died when she was four. Since then, she has always worn the ThunderBolt necklace she gave her.
At school, she was teased about the streaks in her hair, and has grown even more shy since then.
Saya then moved with her father to Saffron City, where he got remarried. Saya's new step mum didn't like her, so Saya was sent away to boarding school, where she was teased and bullied even more than she was.
3 years after that, Saya ran away, and camped out in a forest, where she was found by a man and a woman who took her to the lab.

Personality:She is quiet and kind, and is rather touchy about her appearance. She only tells people about her past if she feels she can really trust them
She also has a less sweeter side, where she will attack or insult without warning. She loves to annoy people, especially if she doesn't like them.
She doesn't make much of a leader, but is fairly organised and responsible.
Other: Ability: Static.
Moves: Thundershock, ThunderPunch, ThunderFang and CopyCat.
 
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Alabaster + Hyper~Piplup - Accepted

turbler - see Cryptica's post

We will start when I get moon-panther's form in, since she wanted a spot. SO probably later this afternoon...
 
Name: Kit Moon
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: He has long red hair tied back in a braid, brilliant green eyes and a tall lean figure. His skin has a orange-ish shade to it and blue finger tips. His bangs are now shaped like bolts from the electricity coursing through him.
DNA: Rotom
History: Born into a rich family, he lived with Pokemon for years. He is happily married with a son named Angel. Once this parasyte was known, he contacted his brother (Doctor Ryan) and convinced him to allow Kit to volunteer for the research. Now he wears a plain white outfit and hopes that his sacerfice will save the human and Pokemon race.
Personality: Chipper and happy, he is passionate about his beliefs and about his family.
Other: Hope this is alright.

Ability: Static
Moves: Thundershock, Thunderwave, Spark, Ominous Wind In addition
 
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moony - Accepted. And now we start!

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The small room was dark and rather cramped, since the entire group had been herded or carried in earlier. The entire rooms was smooth to the touch and was made of metal, except the roof, which was covered with groups of nozzles. All of this would be hard for most of the room's occupants to make out, however.

Emese was stuffed in a corner, head lowered and resigned to her fate, for now. Her ears were twitching every so often, and her fur around her neck sparked.

"This blows." She mumbled.
 
Kit, sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, hugs one of his knees to his chest. He looks down at his hand, studying the orange and blue color of it silently. He sighs under his breath as he drops his hand and gazes around the room at the rest of the 'Lab-Rats'.

Why am I doing this....?

The image of his son float into his mind, the smiling child with arms out streched to pick him up. He closes his eyes, a single tear rolling down his check.

I doing this so my child..no...everyone I care for won't suffer from this...

"But the conditions do suck...."
 
"Tell me about it.", Philippe responded to the other two. He looked down at himself, sitting against a wall. No two ways about it, his body glowed in the darkness of the room, with that blue-white glow that indicated electrical power. No doubt the others were as mangled, but this was still hard to get used to. The antennae he now had quietly buzzed with static electricity.
"It was this or life in jail. They might've even executed me.", he said to nobody in particular with a dry chuckle.
"So, anyone else mind telling me why they're here?", Philippe asked, looking to pass however much time they had.
 
Kit turns to the voice that spoke, seeing a faint glow. He chuckles softly under his breath and looks up at the ceiling of the room.

"I volunteered to be a test subject...to protect the ones I love from this. Guess I'm crazy for doing this to myself, but I did it so my son won't have to suffer if he or the love of my life ever got infected...so there can be a cure"

He looks down at his hand again.

"But...I doubt I'll ever see them again..."

He curls his hand into a fist.

" I'll never hold my child again...or be with my love again..."
 
Noah's antennae were glowing brightly enough for him to see, although it did a better job of illuminating the room for everyone else - they were, after all, right in front of his eyes. It was still comforting, although some of the others were sources of light as well; he wasn't afraid of the dark, but it did make him nervous, being blind.

Well, until he looked up at the ceiling and saw those nozzles; a pang of fear ran through him. What the hell was that, he wanted to ask, but he knew that they probably spewed out some sort of gas or powder. Whether it was lethal or just knocked them out, he didn't know. Hell, maybe they sprayed water so it would be more dangerous to use electricity.

But he was positive that they at least could spray out some sort of lethal gas that they wouldn't be able to escape.

He listened to the conversation, but he didn't participate - though he opened his mouth to possibly say anything, he decided against it. I volunteered for this because it seemed like a good idea. That just sounded dumb, even if it was the truth.

He just continued to sit against a wall, loosely hugging his knees, just looking around until--

"Oh," he murmured, glancing up at the ceiling. "That's how they'll infect us."
 
Timothy was sitting in the middle of the room, crouched and looking as if nothing was happening. He stared at the back of his hand in deep thought, completely oblivious to everything else.

"Calm down," he said absently, even though he had heard nothing that anyone else had said. He didn't know what the heck he was doing here, nor did he care. He just wanted to live as if there was no such thing as this parasite.
 
Sapphire's eyes slid open, then glinted. She lay down, frustrated, on her front, letting her tail swish freely in the air. The fourteen-year-old played with her oddly-styled hair, oblivious to what was going on around her.

When she heard the others talk, she said, mostly to herself, "I volunteered because I thought I would be the center of attention in a good way. Now, I wish we could just get out of here."

So that her voice was clearer, she sat up, tail folded neatly over her lap. "But at least we won't be killed by the parasite now." She shrugged.
 
"So how do you think we'll die?" Emese mumbled from her corner, the sparking of her fur illuminating her face with an eerie blue light from below.

"What would it be like to have your insides dissolve? I bet it hurts." She continued.

She smiled.
 
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