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Name: Charlene Hanley
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Pokémon: Ralts

Appearance:
Charlene doesn’t look much different from a normal ralts; the green cap, red horns, and frail body look perfectly normal to the untrained eye. She does have a few differences however, including a slight increase in height and a darker shade to her horns. Generally, unless she looks up specifically to show her eyes, her mouth is the only thing that visibly shows her emotions: these largely consist of a grin, smirk, and small frown. Stares are also quite common, though it’s harder to see her eyes in that situation.

Personality:
Charlene has natural powers of empathy, meaning that she is easily influenced by the atmosphere and emotions around her. The emotions of those around her can make her act practically like a different person, although mild emotions don’t affect her nearly as much. Powerful emotions, however, especially from multiple sources, give her intense headaches that have crippling effects; she can barely move during that time and is prone to screaming. Her powers like to go haywire during this time, making her difficult to approach; not only is psychic energy damaging anything that gets too close, but anyone caught in the blast will feel the emotions as intensely as Charlene does. Because of this, she avoids crowds when she can and prefers small groups of friends or acquaintances.

These don’t work on dark-type pokémon, though, but to her mental senses, dark-types don’t even exist and she isn’t entirely sure they are more than figments of her imagination.

She is usually quite curious, but her curiosity gravitates toward her current obsessions, which currently include her powers near the top of the list. She cares more about satisfying this curiosity than anyone’s good, including Charlene herself. Currently, her obsessions are her psychic powers and their destructive potential. These obsessions shift rapidly, though that doesn’t lessen her brutal methods,

Biography:
Charlene was born in Violet City and lived there most of her life, trying to just do well in academics because she saw no real future in pokémon training (though she never ruled out having one or two of her own). She excelled in the sciences, especially pokémon biology. Any specimen not with no real purpose would have just been burned and possibly eaten, anyway. She hadn’t even taken a job by the time she was captured, on her way home from the library. She was easily kidnapped by the Rockets because of her pathetic physical frame and lack of pokémon, and has since grown to detest them. Though she tried to put up a fight, she hadn’t landed a single hit when a psychic pokémon mentally flicked her mind, knocking Charlene out.

Other: Randomly writing dancing here can’t be much more conspicuous than everyone who bolded the word.
 
Name: Shelby Michelle Fritzer

Gender: Female (Was Male)

Age: Nineteen

Pokemon: Happiny

Appearance: Has two ponytails instead of just one, (ala pig tails.) The "scrunchies" are a light purple, as opposed to being a pinkish red. Doesn't necessarily look as happy as she should.

Personality: Being turned into a Happiny isn't the most pleasing of experiences, especially when you now lack the use of fingers and toes, and instead, have nubs at the end of your arms and legs. Just imagine, you're basically dancing on your tip-"toes" for the rest of your life as a Happiny, and without any ballet experience, it just has to be killer. And on top of that, you're now taking care of an EGG. An egg you can't even GRIP without using BOTH your "hands." >_>; Shelby isn't going to feel necessarily pleased.

Bio: Just coming off his first summer as a college student, Shelby is finally content with his life. Yes, his life. Going through the last nineteen years of torment because of his name wasn't the most...insightful of experiences. Seriously, he knew "Shelby" was gender neutral, but the fact that he was the last of seven children, and his parents had yet to name a name child after his father's great, great, great, great grandmother, left him with...chunk change so to speak, and his parents, feeling remorseful, felt that "Michelle" would probably fit better as a middle name, seeing how they're hardly used in school anyways. Going through life as "Shelby Michelle" had to be better then going through life as "Michelle Shelby," right? Right? Wrong. At least, if you have (well now "had" I suppose) a penis, it's wrong.

He never really had the most masculine of appearances either. Having a haircut phobia, caused his hair to grow tremendously long. His mom's side of the family was known to have the best hair genetics, and luckily for Shelby, that trait carried over to his own hair. He would often style his hair into two, very long pigtails. He liked pigtails. Unluckily for Shelby, he seemingly got his father's genes when it came to height. You see, Shelby's father is barely over five feet all, while his mother is seemingly three of his fathers standing on top of each other. In a perfect world, he would have gained his mother's height genetics, but worlds aren't perfect, so he ended up getting his father's. Standing at a mere 4'11" and having hair going past his butt...made him look extremely feminine. Especially when he lacked in form of muscle, whatsoever, (heck, he never even grew any kind of facial hair, he was the man Puberty seemingly forgot.)

Also, his favorite color was purple. But not just any type of purple, it had to be a light purple, and he would often implement this within his choice of clothing. He loved girls though. He would stare at girls for hours, wondering if he'll ever be taken serious, and not looked upon as just a "friend." He hated that. He would befriend a girl, and just when he was about to make his move, and finally ask a girl out on a date, the friend would say things along the lines of "Oh Shelby, I'm glad we're just friends." And of course, if you're going through high school, with seemingly a lot of friends that happen to be girls, and no guy-friends, people are only going to assume you're gay, which he wasn't.

Shelby Michelle Fritzer was seemingly tailored to be every person's personal punching bag, even the geekiest of the geeks.

But you see, that all changed the moment he graduated, and went though his first complete year of college. Well, not the hair part, or the height, nor his liking of the color people, but his relations with people part! They seemingly didn't mind that Shelby was a walking girl-boy, in fact, they seemingly looked passed it. For once, Shelby wasn't judged by his appearance, or his high-pitched ten-year-old voice! In fact, he even went on his FIRST DATE. Which was a whirlwind all by itself.

Life was perfect. Girls were seeming him as boyfriend material. He was now pulling a B+ average. Summer was great! Muy perfecto! He was even considering going on that all important Pokemon-journey that he was just nine-years late for.

Then he was kidnapped.

Bummer.

How was he kidnapped? Well, you'll have to wait.



Other: He really dislikes eggs.
 
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Moods in order:Happy,sad,angry,jealous,romantic,calm,sick,playful,no mood
 
Mewtwo, ultraviolet, Kusarigamaitachi, and Erika, you're all ACCEPTED.

Sign-Ups are closed, and the RP begins now. ... Yay? IC-

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It was dark. And cold. Not only the air was cold, but the flooring Rachel found herself on. That felt metallic, and almost as frozen as ice. Despite not being able to see much, she was somehow aware that there were others around her, each in a similar confinement to hers. It was a cage. There would have to be several very-large cages to contain several humans, though, wouldn't there...? Somehow this dark room didn't seem big enough to contain so many...

She tried to stand up, but immedieately fell after an uncomfortable, unbalancing moment. Rachel's next instinct was to shove out an arm to stop her fall. To her surprise, there were no familiar muscles to make that arm move. Therefor, she fell on her face. The pain didn't sting nearly as much as the surprise, though. Where was she? And why did everything feel so different; so alien?
 
Balia groaned as she woke up slowly. She felt something faintly warm, smooth and hard beneath her, and opened her eyes, only to blink. She felt - warm. Not comfortable warm, but nearly feverish, as if heat was radiating from her. And as if to prove that this wasn't some sort of hallucination, her head hurt as she tried to sit up. There were several things that were deeply wrong with the situation: how utterly hot she felt, the fact that she was apparently paralyzed, and that light was coming from... her. As in, her being a source of light, and as far as she could tell, there was no lamp conveniently placed behind her. While trying to puzzle it out, she finally looked around.

Metal bars, more metal bars, metal floor, metal ceiling... A cage? But why would she be in a cage? Beyond the cage bars were... more cages. With others inside, and by their dim shapes, she could make out that they weren't human. So, why was she the only human here? With the awful timing that practically proved an omniescent being was watching her and laughing evilly, the girl looked down. Hooves. Hooves, and creamy fur that she would have identified instantly if her brain hadn't gone into shock. Hooves, where her arms were supposed to be. Balia twitched what should have been an finger. The hoof moved. Repeat, and when she finally realized that those hooves were hers, well, chaos erupted. Screaming (which sounded much more like a panicked whinny), she surged to her feet. Or, well, tried to. The actual result was more like a flame-covered Spinda reeling into a wall. Pain woke her up from her stupor, and she grapsed one, very important thing. Something has happened to me. I'm not... normal. While not the most revolutionary thought in the world, it was enough to jar her into something that wasn't either panic or insanity. Forcing away the question of "what am I", the former-human settled on where. "...Erk?"
 
Mark slowly woke up. It was quite dark. The last thing he remembered was being shot by someone who had robbed the Bike Shop. He looked around. Was he...dead? No, he was in a cage. He attempted to lift his arm. He realized that he didn't have one. He frantically looked to his right to see a Doduo head sleeping next to him. He looked down. He saw that his head was attached to a Doduo body. He screamed.
 
Felson woke up and saw the bars that imprisoned her. Her head felt strangely heavier, but she tried to ram the bars and break them, but that didn't work. They were too strong. So she began chewing on them. She was hungry anyway.
 
((I have a new mood,surprized!Here is looks:
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Mysti awoke with a start.She found herself in...a cage.She looked dowm at herself."AAAHHHHHH!I'M A POKEMON!!!"she screamed.Indeed she was.An Eevee to be in fact.She noticed her mane and tail-tip were purple.As she settled down,her mane and tail-tip became a light blue in color.
 
When Charlene awoke, she was shivering.

She found herself lying on her stomach on a cold, smooth floor, and the chill was seeping into her skin. Her head was pounding, feeling like a heartbeat that brought pain instead of life, and she didn't really want to get up.

She closed her eyes, and saw the red R burning against black, and opened her eyes again with a gasp.

Somehow, even though she was only staring at the floor, and despite the darkness, Charlene knew what kind of place she was in. The hard walls, surrounding her except the area in front of her, which instead had smooth metal bars and the locking mechanism. She couldn't explain it - she still didn't really know what they looked like, but somehow, she could just feel the cage.

And she could feel a few other cages around her, too, but only the edges and corners of them.

She pushed herself to her feet, thinking that her arms hadn't been this weak before, and her head had never been so heavy. She made it nonetheless, managing to stand up. She shuffled forward, for some reason unable to really lift her legs, but she'd managed to move, at least.

Then, suddenly, she heard screams, and the feeling of horror struck her, unbidden and unexplainable. She felt the urge to join her voice to theirs, not knowing why; it wasn't just because she'd been startled, or she would've screamed already.

And she never screamed.

She didn't, this time, either, even when she looked down at her hands and realised she didn't have any. Her arms seemed to just end in stumps, and she had no fingers whatsoever.

That was only enough to draw a sharp gasp, and jumpstart her heart into pounding three times as quickly as before. Pressing an arm-stump to her chest, Charlene gritted her teeth and shuffled forward toward the metal bars.

She wanted to get out. Out! She didn't want to be here... she didn't, it was scary, she could figure out the mysteries of this thing later, she had to get out...

She pushed against the metal bars with all her might, though they didn't even budge, thinking only of breaking them, concentrating solely on making them give way to her. Then suddenly, everything seemed brighter, but with a strange blue tint, and she could swear she felt the metal bars bend a little.

From deep within her throat, she loosed a fierce snarl as she continued trying to push against the metal bars. It hurt, and the cold seemed to burn into her skin, but she had to get out. She had to break them, and they were bending at her will - she could get out, and she would!
 
Kailani woke with the most annoying sound ringing in his ears.

He opened his eyes as was shocked to find himself in a cage. He could faintly hear the sounds of others moving about. He tried to rub hsi eyes to make sure he was where he was, but he could no longer feel his arms.

Something's not right here...

He tried to walk to the front of his cage, but found those efforts frustrated as well.

What the heck is going on?

He looked down, and almsot passed out in shock. Where there was once a human body, there was now nothing more than an oddly shaped rock.

No... this can't be right! I'm... a.... Spiritomb.
 
Arkra opened her eyes groggily, groaning. The room then filled with shouts and screams of surprise, which jarred her instantly awake. Her heart was beating frantically, she was so suddenly thrust from half-awakeness to being completely awake. There was a strange dark gray thing in front of her. She wondered vaguely what it was.

"What's going on...?" She tried to say, but her voice seemed to be drowned out by the sound of barks and snarls. Barks and snarls...? Wait a minute... She knew her voice sounded a little... off when she groaned. No... it wasn't possible...

"Hello...?" Again, she tried to speak... The barks and snarls came again, still drowning out her voice. It couldn't be.... Could it...? Arkra had an idea of what was going on, this was something she had thought about frequently.

She tried to feel her face with her hands, but her hands were feeling odd. They seemed to have lost some flexibility and reaching her face was a task. But she saw it.

It wasn't a hand.

Arkra let out what was supposed to be a gasp of surprise, but it came out as a sharp whimper instead. She sounded like a certain Pokemon... she had paws like a certain Pokemon...

And opening her eyes wider, she seemed to realize what that strange dark gray thing was in the range of her vision. It was her snout.

No way...
 
Jackson's eyes opened tiredly. He could barely see around him, but then his focus came back. Bars on the ceiling, floor and walls. A cage? Why would he be in a cage. Jackson attempted to stand up but found that he was already standing up. Was he? Jackson couldn't feel the floor. He attempted to touch it but he couldn't go any lower. He looked around and tried to grasp a bar. He couldn't.
"What is this?" he asked himself. Why was this so.... unorthodox?
 
Hoshizora shivered. This strange, dark place was bone-chilling. She looked around. All she could see was silver, vertical objects. She looked up and down, and saw a metal ceiling and floor. What was this?
A cage?
Hoshizora tried to shake the bars; however, she found she had no arms. She tried kicking them, but she had no legs either.
Where.... no, what am I?
 
Balia couldn't help it; it was a relief to hear others, even if it did mean that there was some dire plot that involved all of them. Trying to breathe and think normally, she shook her head. Alright, I'm a... Ponyta. This isn't normal, but I have to get out of here. Which means I need to stand. And a Ponyta has four legs, so it'll be like going on hands and knees or something... Right. Hear that, body? Get up! After a lengthy (and noisy, due to her habit of hitting the cage bars repeatedly with flailing hooves) struggle, she was on her feet and breathing heavily. Yes! Yes, I'm up! Haha, even a change of body can't beat my resolve! Oh crap, did anyone see me having to go through that? After a stealthy look around, she decided it had been far too dark for others to see what she had been doing.

"Uh... hello? Is there anyone there?" Yes, her voice had definitely changed; it was much hoarser, and she was starting to detest the constant urge to whinny. Her question was rather stupid - those were cages with moving creatures inside, of course there would be 'someone' there! Mentally berating herself, she edged closer to the bars and peered out, helped along by the silvery light from her fiery mane and tail. Wait... silver? A hasty look back, with some awkward neck craning, confirmed it: her flames were silvery-white. Weird... Reality kicked in at just this point; she was a Ponyta, trapped in a cage, and she really, really doubted if she'd have the ability to kick the bars down with her clumsiness. The heat that had so scared her earlier intensified, and she could have sworn she saw the air ripple, like in a heat wave. What in the world?
 
Jackson realised, no longer groggy, that his voice was replaced by various machinery noises. Was it that he couldn't hear himself over the technology of this place?

"Pokemon," he said again, and yet again there was a beeping whir that overcrowded his voice. He attempted to lift his hands up to his face, but could not. Am I a machine?

Jackson bashed the wall with his face, and he finally looked down.
A pink snout was on the end of his face, tipped with a blue section. He attempted to turn his head to see his body. It was hard, but he got it done.

His body was shaped something like a triangle. Where his chest would be, there was blue. The rest of his body was bright pink. His feet were blue geometric shapes.
Jackson also spied a cone-shaped object behind himself. A tail? I'm a Porygon! Jackson screamed loudly but it came out as a loud sound that was a mix between a screech and a buzz.
 
April was suddenly aware of a cold, hard sensation beneath her body. A rock? Ice? She couldn't tell. The only thing she could tell was that this was most definitely not Violet City. She couldn't feel any wind which would show that she was outside, couldn't hear anything at all except her heart pounding against her chest.

No - there was another noise. Faint scuffling and shuffling, it sounded like... Wherever she was, there were other people here too.

April raised her head to look around the place she was in. The first thing that caught her eye was a fiery glow that came from a cage a few feet away.

Wait.

Cages?


Beginning to panic, April pulled herself into a sitting position to look around the room - and where she was. Sure enough, she was entrapped in one of the metal cages that littered the room.

What... what in the world happened?

Closing her eyes, she tried to remember what had happened before she had fallen unconscious. The only thing she could remember out of the ordinary was that... who was it again? She didn't know. All she could remember was a black shirt and a brilliant red R burned against it, and then she had been knocked out.

But... where am I now? And what am I doing here?

She tried to latch onto one of the metal bars to pull herself up, but what she saw when she tried to grab the bar froze her in shock.

Instead of her hand, she saw a black paw, and a white bracelet-like bone wrapped around what would be her wrist.

What - what the...?! Beginning to panic once more, she tried to stand up on two legs, but her back legs weren't built for being bipedal anymore, and she fell back down on the cold floor.

I - I'm not a human anymore, am I? I'm a Pokemon or something...
 
Alright.I'm an Eevee.Mysti thought to herself.She looked just to the left of her and saw silvery-white flames."Wow,those are pretty..."she muttered,her mane and tail-tip turning orange."Hi!I'm Mysti!I used to be a human..."
 
(( Heh, they're keeping ghosts in cages too. No wonder we're supposed to eventually manage to escape. ))

The blue glow faded as Charlene stepped back, already feeling tired for some reason. She noticed that there was something stopping her from seeing anything above her, like if she was wearing a cap, yet she was still acutely aware of the ceiling above her. She filed that information away for later, and looked back at the bars, thinking hard about how to get through them. She walked over to the corner, where the lock was. The metal bars were too hard to break, but maybe the lock wouldn't be...

She could somehow feel the lock, too, and wondered if she could feel the inside... she closed her eyes, letting her feel it easily, but she couldn't feel the inside of the keyhole. She couldn't fit with her... whatever it was.

Scowling, she opened her eyes. The atmosphere didn't help her concentration. Waves of shock and horror kept washing over her and she didn't know why.

"Stop it!" she hissed, mostly at herself. Perhaps she'd been injected with a drug that de-regulated control over the chemical messengers that controlled emotion. And she didn't like it in the least.

But... had her voice... it was higher-pitched than before, and, if she dared consider it, more musical of all things.

Not now... she had to escape now, and there'd be time for wondering what the hell was going on later. When she had more information, light, and freedom.

Stretching out an arm at the bars, she imagined them just bending outward and breaking off, giving her enough room to jump out.

Then the end of her arm glowed blue.

"Holy shi--!"

The word was interrupted when she landed on her butt, having fallen over backward in shock.

And then there was another wave of shock, realisation, and horror, followed by a strange yell.

She couldn't think with all of this noise. The uncontrollable emotion-waves were bad enough.

"Shut up!"
 
"Wha - oh, an Eevee! Your fur is all weird." And she was one to talk. Balia blinked, seeing another ripple in the air. "...Are you hot? I'm so hot..." she murmured, feeling distinctly detached from her body for a moment. It kept getting hotter too, going on and on until she was sure she was melting. "What's going on?" the Ponyta slurred, now sure that she'd been given some sort of drugs. Then the heat suddenly dwindled as rapidly as it had come, leaving her shuddering. "What, what, what..." she stammered, and then blinked again. The lock on her cage looked weird; as if it had been melted haphazardly. Was that me? A giddy rush hit her: she had just melted something. With her powers. Ok, calm down, calm down, calm down... Don't get dizzy or you'll be stuck here for the rest of your life, so stop thinking in circles and focus. Hmm, do Ponyta learn Focus Energy? That'd be usefu - stop it! You have a probably weakened lock and four hooves. Put them together and you get freedom. So, I guess I'll figure out just how hard I can kick!

Prepared with this little mental pep talk, Balia focused, turned around and -
Ouch. So, she had managed to stand, but balancing on three legs while kicking out at a target she couldn't see? She must've looked like she was drunk. Now certain that there was at least one other person right beside her, she wanted to flush with embarassment. At least the fur covered it... "Ok, try again..." The 'Shut up!' from a nearby cage, coupled with a very robotic sounding screech shattered her concentration and she stumbled.

"I'm trying to get out of this place! You idiots could at least stay quiet until I kick this damned lock! I don't care if you look like a fluffy purple Machop, I can't focus when you're all screaming!" she neighed, adding to the noise. What a hypocrite.
 
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