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Open Pokemorphs

Viax was awakened by talking. He had fallen asleep in the forest earlier and had been snoozing peacefully up until that point. As he opened his eyes, his ear twitched, searching for the source of the chatting. He stretched groggily, and groaned. The voices were faint, but they were still quite audible. Viax stood and began walking. The voices were coming from the left, and he followed them. He didn't know why, but he needed to know who it was that was talking. Maybe it was genuine annoyance, but for whatever reason, he needed to find the voices. He broke into a trot, wanting to get to the voices quickly. He skidded to a halt when he saw two other pokemorphs talking. One was an Infernape, and the other a Charizard. The infernape was using Grass Knot casually. Viax snorted quietly. A fire-type using a grass-type move. It made no sense. He stepped out and, paying no attention to the Charizard girl, approached the infernape. "You seem to be confused. I would have thought you'd know you are a fire type, but apparently, you need reminding." Viax picked up the vines that had, moments ago, been reaching for the infernape's hand, and blew an ember on them, burning them to ashes, which then blew away in the wind. "Plants are to be seen, smelled, admired if you so chose, but not manipulated, and especially not by a fire-type. So what is your name, illogical infernape?" he asked, snorting his disdain as he spoke the last two words of his inquisition.

((Just clarifying, he is choosing to ignore you as well Strom, Earth and Fire))
 
Matt stared at the apple on the tree. It was all green. Not ripe, but still probably good. He began to reach for it, when a random thought entered his mind. Why do some pokemon like the taste of bark?

He left the apple for cursiosity. He walked over to the trunk of the tree, and took a bite out of it.

He immediantly spit it out, wiping his toungue, and making the sounds that a person would if they put clay in their mouth. A wierd, disgusted whining type sound.
 
Could I join?

Name: Samuel

Gender: Male

Age: 11

Species: Pokemorph(Ninetales)

Personality: Samuel is usually calm and calculated. However, when he is upset he becomes reckless. He is also somewhat withdrawn and reluctant to make friends.

Appearance: Samuel has silky white fur covering his body, the tails and ears of a Ninetales, a slitghly elongated face and large fangs. He usually hides this by wearing modified black clothes, and a black hood.

Extras: He can use all of Ninetales' moves, but the powerful moves are actually weaker variations on the move.
 
Samuel stiffened. He had been walking through the forest when his enhanced sences caught the scent of...Pokemorphs? He sniffed. Yes they appeared to be Pokemorphs. A large group of them Was this another Rocket trap? He decided to use Imprison. Locking his powers onto each of them, he began to block their moves. As the attack took effect, he could feel the Pokemorphs losing all Fire, Normal, Ghost, Psychic, Dark, Poison, Steel or Dark-type moves.
 
((...First off, don't post before you've been accepted. Second off, don't godmod by removing all of our moves. IMPRISON DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY.))
 
Name: Shurrel
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Species: Grovyle
Personality: Shurrel doesn't like the company of other humans, pokemon and pokemorths. He is usualy very stubborn, and will attack anyone who goes near him. But he also has a gentle side in his heart. Shurrel will help anyone in need, but only if he thinks he should help. When he was turned into a Pokemorph, the machine malfunctioned, giving him some groovy wings. He is easily attracted to anything that shines, because it reminds him of a tresure he used to hold as a human.
Extras: Under the leafs on his arm, there are wings!

Must...join...now....
 
**Back from my all too long absence. Sorry. :P**
たたたたたたたた, What should I call you out of RP? Your Name's characters won't appear on my computer. Accepted. But please get rid of the wings. I don't like that. As for you, PsychicMewtwo, not accepted due to the fact that you just broke the wall in the RP characters pending waiting room. Submit a different character, or don't play at all*

Cyrus turned his attention away from the two fire breathers, right as a Rapidash morph appeared. However, Cyrus paid no attention to it. He turned his attention to the Charizard morph, who now had a... human with her?

Thoughts raced through Cyrus' mind, but an idea came to him. Why not use his psychic
power? He could read his mind to see whether the human's intentions were good or evil.

Activating his power, Cyrus accessed his mind. He looked through the memories. He had soon found one, and it showed him what he was trying to do.

Cyrus was thinking, Oh no...
 
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