Gym Leader Application
Character Name: Jean
Character Description: Click
To which Gym are you applying?: Zidoa Island, if it's not taken.
What are your Pokemon? (Include levels):
Golduck - lvl 41
Seadra - lvl 41
Metagross - lvl 46
Milotic - lvl 44
Will you create your own badge or have us make it?: Whichever
What Region are you originally from?: Etrua
Do you want another job in Etrua?: Maybe a different gym leader if this one is taken.
Give an RP Sample:
Multicolored lights flashed around Edmund's eyes like tinker bell and friends, the fairies didn't stop to chat however they continued across the large dimly lit room dancing across the dance floor as if a normal patron and onto the walls climbing throughout the rest of the club. Bubbles danced across of the glass that had just been poured and Edmund brought it to his lips and took a sip. The bubbles fizzled and burst in his mouth, he loved it. Tangy, fruity, and fizzy, just how he liked his drinks. Feminine giggles swirled around his head before finding his ears and being sucked into his head. He was doing it again. He was standing at a circular table with young ladies surrounding it. He was just making conversation and yet he had done it. They were in the palm of his hands, his little puppets. He didn't even like women all that much. I mean every once and awhile he would have a fling with a girl but not very often. But this group of girls were not going to back out now. Edmund was in too deep and he didn't know how to swim. He knew he was in trouble but he just continued on. Then he decided he couldn't stay here. It was dangerous, he was dancing on a jagged edge. "Uh, if you would excuse me girls I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be back as soon as I can manage." Edmund said getting up and wobbling a little. It was getting hotter and his head spun and danced like the lights that made their way around the room. In his disheveled state, he didn't even notice the black haired girl get up and follow him, the same girl that gave him the drink. He straightened out his legs enough to stagger towards the bathroom however. He could barely walk and bumped into multiple people. Each step seemed to be hell bent to send him to the ground. He fell on some guy. "Hey watch it!" The man shouted after Edmund who had moved on, uninterested in unnecessary conflict. He finally found the bathroom where he would find his solace. He could barely walk now and groped the wall for support, not wanting to fall because he knew if he fell he wouldn't even try to get up. Fortunately he was able to navigate inside the men's room of his club, thankful that his staff did a good job of cleaning. He stumbled and almost fell, making the next few steps to the mirror. He turned on the faucet and clogged the bottom of the sink using a paper towel. The sink soon flooded with water and the world started to blur for Edmund. He cupped his hands and dunked them in the water, bringing them back and rubbing the cool liquid on his face. It didn't help at all though. Then there was a click behind him. Followed by the tapping of high heels on tile. He looked to see the same black haired girl that followed him directly behind him. He turned around to look at her and she took advantage of the moment. Her hands planted onto his head before he could do anything and they pulled him into her. Her mouth was at his before he could even fully realize she was there. Her tongue was at the gates of his mouth and she stormed the castle, her tongue now attacking his mouth mercilessly. Soon there's mouth parted and she mouth her mouth down his chin to his neck. Pleasure clouded he already muddled brain, he couldn't stand getting kissed on the base of the neck. Edmund released a small moan as his skin started tingling. His neck was his only hot spot, his kryptonite, the c***k in his armor and she found it fast. He felt his lower body change, something got larger and a bit stiff. Her hands started rubbing at his waist going higher and higher, until they were at his stomach massaging the light muscles he liked to keep there. She pulled at the sweater vest he had put on for the night, ripping it off and throwing it on the counter. Oh god, what have I started? He thought as he started to unbutton his white dress shirt feeling the skin that lay under it. She ripped off his shirt too, making him completely bare on the top half. She seemed to love the feel of his smooth shaved chest, because she started kissing him again, starting at his chest and working her way down. She must have reached her destination because her mouth parted ways with his torso and her hands started fumbling with something on his pants. He felt a breeze and took that as his signal to go, so he pushed up from the counter he had been leaning on and moved forward. He stumbled a bit and pushed the girl, who had been extremely polite and attempting to give him some favors, to the ground. He moved his legs out wide and waddled out of the bathroom, trying to flee the girl before she attacked him again. He had actually started crying, all of that was too much for him. Plus he was semi wasted and drugged up. The girl walked out of the bathroom after him. "Hey wait! Please stop!" She called after him. Confused and distressed, also a little loopy, Edmund could only shout back. "I LIKE MEN! I LIKE MEN!" The music cut off and everyone stared at him, although they would move out of his way before he could get anywhere near them, he assumed they were just being good citizens. Although in reality he had scared them all so much that they wanted no part in him or the club, in fact most of them started rushing for the doors. He payed no mind to that however, he just wanted to get back in his living area behind the club. He found the large door and pushed through it. As soon as he was safe he collapsed on the ground, literally crawling into his bed. He woke up with a headache and the realization he had stumbled across the club with his d**k hanging out, he found that out because it hung out of his pants to greet him. He sighed and stuffed it back in his pants. It hadn't been the first time something like this had happened just the first time he had walked through a night club with his wang on the outside of his pants. It was actually a regular occurrence for a girl to try to forcibly have relations with him, even though he did like his women without the wo in front of the men. It seemed he just attracted them, even without trying. It was like he could say all the rights things, when he just wanted to discuss the weather. Edmund crawled his way out of the tangled sheets and made his way to his kitchen where he found a small plastic bottle of Tylenol. He unscrewed the top and shook the bottle over his hand and a few of the little pills tumbled onto his hand. He only need two so he picked the other ones up one by one to place them back in the bottle. He popped the small pulls in his mouth and swallowed not bothering to use water. "Awww. I'm stinky." He groaned now being fully able to smell his odor. He didn't like the stink and he wasn't going to just lay around in it so he left for the shower. He kept the water cold because he had no intention on using hot water. Maybe because the cold water helped with his hangover. He used his sweet scented soaps and shampoos to clean his body and left the bathroom, that for once was without steam. He exited to his room to put on his clothing. It wasn't anything too great, since he didn't plan on going anywhere important or impressing anybody. Just a t-shirt and the slim jeans the youngsters wear these days. Finally ready to leave the place he lived he went through the large door of the living quarters into the club. It was completely empty and clean except the girl who had attempted to take advantage of him. He didn't want to leave her inside the place where he lived, because she currently had an official stalker status. But she was passed out too, she he dragged her to the sidewalk and called her a cab, right before he ran inside and locked the doors behind him. Inside he planned on going out the back way and using the alley to avoid the girl. Inside however he found a package that had been delivered sometime earlier in the morning. It was addressed to him but that was all the information that was on it. It was a small box, a bit bigger than an average shoe box. Hoping it was a present he mercilessly tore the box apart to show what looked like a shoe box. HE stared quizzically at it for a minute. "Who would randomly send me a pair of shoes?" He asked the ghosts that had obviously been surrounding him just in case Edmund had decided to strike up a conversation with them. Then he realized they could be really nice and expensive and if he didn't like them he could sell them and have his own little shopping spree. "Please be expensive!" He shouted as he ripped the top of the shoe box off. What was inside caught him off guard even though they were probably expensive. The box top he had held above his head fell to the ground in his aloof hands. "What are these called again? Air... Air... Tech? Air... Air Trek! Its those Air Trek thingies!" He exclaimed. He had seen people use them, what did they call them? Storm riders, he had seen storm riders use them and he had to say, they did look like fun. They had a light orange body and had one big white stripe that ran down the side and dived into the wheels just before the toe. The wheels were lime green and made of some sort of super light plastic. Probably with some sort of "poly" in its name. All he knew was they seemed pretty fancy, who would just give him these? Although he didn't usually question things very long and hand them on his feet in seconds. They fit perfectly. This is all kind of creepy... But who cares? I'm not passing down a free toy, no way! He thought. He also though he wouldn't need the instructions, it had to be simple, right? Wrong. As soon as he was on his feet the air treks zoomed out from under him, sending him right back on his a**, except this time pain was involved. He attempted to get up again but the same thing happened. In the next hour, Edmund spent a lot of time on the ground, a lot more than he spent on his feet. This time he actually reached for the instructions. Although he only skimmed through the first few pages. "You can lock the wheels?" He asked himself and maybe the ghosts. He reached down to his air treks and flipped a little switch, making it possible for him to stand. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was safe. However he was unsure if he should move, dare he tempt the gods that had decided to spare his bum from more bruises? Yes. He must to make any advancement in air treks and if he didn't get any better there was a zero percent chance of fun. So he continued on, the martyr he was. Now ready he unlocked the wheels and started slowly rolling forward. He pushed a little harder and moved that much faster. He seemed to get the hang of the accelerating so he tried to go for basic maneuvering. Turning wasn't that complicated, especially after he fell on his a** once more, but after the additional bruise he felt he understood how to do it. So! He made for the door, you know the whole baby birds leaving the nest thing. Plus he couldn't learn anything from the cage of his club, he needed to escape its chains and metal bars, if he had ever planned on flying as high as those damn birds and he would at least fly that high, although he would aim for a lot higher. The birds that taunted his limited freedom from the heavens flew by ahead on the outside world. "It's time to experience... What the outside world is. The world outside of my gilded cage." Edmund pressed hard on both feet, going slowly at first than gradually gaining speed until he was flying down the street. At first he was lucky, just an empty expanse of street, but then his luck ran out, there was a sudden twist in his straight road. He swerved a bit as he turned but other than that the turn was pretty smooth. He looked up to see a chain link fence that protected an empty lot. He gasped in surprise because it had creeped up on him and now he was gaining on it. Before he could think he was about to smash into it. Then his instincts kicked in. He reached up with his left hand and jumped, he tucked in his legs, tight enough to hit his butt with the back of his right foot, and swung them over the chain link fence. He landed on both feet with his legs still tucked. His landing stuck hard so he didn't move any farther, and in the brief moments he had on the ground he started falling forward a little, but soon his feet couldn't stay on the ground, they wanted to fly much more than the rest of his body it seemed. His feet flew out behind him, the raw power propelling them over his head and flat on the ground. He had caused himself to jump by the force of the landing and hadn't even realized it. He was punished for his ignorance because now he lay flat on his back, his head hurt since it hit first. At least the grass of the empty lot cushioned his fall to an extent. Where had he seen that? He pondered the thought as he laid in the grass, staring at the afternoon sky. T.V. He thought. I saw it on the T.V. True enough, a man did almost exactly the same thing on an air trek commercial, although on the television, the man didn't do a flip when he landed, although the man had landed evenly. Edmund landed leaning forward. "That's it! The force on the air trek was balanced! Mine was unbalanced so it started to jump. So..." Edmund got up a did a little hop. He landed balanced and didn't hop up again, so he figured he was right and that was the correct method. He started moving again and went full speed again. Now he wanted to know how to stop. He figured the only way to do that was to push on the back of the air trek. It just kind made sense to him. When he did that though, he did stop, but the momentum was too great. He flipped again this time landing on his butt and a lot harder than before. He got up again groaning this time. He tried again but stopped at a much slower pace, gradually increasing the force on the air treks. This time he didn't flip. "I've almost learned anything there is to learn!" He exclaimed, proud of himself. Then he thought, How do I walk in these without locking the wheels? He struggled to do it like he had done earlier that day, he didn't fall as much now that he had his air trek legs though. Finally he stumbled forward and remembered something about the night prior, so far the only memory of the night. There is a function of the human body where it moves in a certain fashion with almost no thought involved. This function is called muscle memory. All the nights had had spent stumbling around had taught him how to walk in air treks. He was amazed he had learned how to walk in them with absolutely no pain involved at all.
wow, that's certainly a huge sample, but it could definitely do with some serious spacing and use paragraphs, I don't even want to read it because of the lack of spacing, but what I read of the first few sentences sounded good.
Also, I'm pretty sure Zidoa has been taken by Rayne, but since she hasn't been approved yet me and Danali will discuss it and decide tomorrow.