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 Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 1:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 11:19 am
River Kingston
• Name :: Melody River Kingston
• Gender :: Female
• Age :: Nineteen
• Height :: 5'9"
• Weight :: 127 lbs.
• Hair Color/Style :: Dark Red, normally worn down or in a high set pony tail.
• Eye Color :: Icy Blue
• Skin Color :: Pale
• Birthdate :: May 26th
• Attire :: River is normally found wearing her standard trainer's outfit. However, during cooler weather River dons on yellow hooded sweatshirt and skater style blue jeans.
• Hometown :: Saffron City, Kanto
• Current Residence :: N/A, Traveling Zatoa.
• Lodging :: N/A
• Occupation :: Professional Dancer, Trainer
• Job Speciality :: Ballet, Street
• Pokémon Specialty :: None as of Yet
• Personality ::
• Bio ::
• Current Goal(s) ::
• Trivia ::
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 11:22 pm
P O K É M O N # 1
Lookit
 • Pokémon :: #041 Zubat
• Nickname :: Lookit
• Gender :: Male
• Type :: Poison/Flying
• Species :: Bat Pokémon
• Height :: 2'07"
• Weight :: 17 lbs.
• Pokémon Classification :: Companion.
• Pokédex Entry :: Capable of flying safely in dark places, it emits ultrasonic cries to check for any obstacles.
• Ability :: Inner Focus - This Pokémon will not flinch. Does not prevent flinching with Focus Punch.
• Nature :: Quirky
+ ___
- ___
• Move List ::
+ Toxic - Poison
+ Venoshock - Poison
+ Air Cutter - Flying
+ Giga Drain - Grass
• Past Evolutions :: ---
• Uncert :: [x].
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 1:19 pm
P O K É M O N # 2
Silo
 • Pokémon :: #198 Murkrow
• Nickname :: Silo
• Gender :: Male
• Type :: Dark/Flying
• Species :: Darkness Pokémon
• Height :: 1'08"
• Weight :: 4.6lbs
• Pokémon Classification :: Battle
• Pokédex Entry :: It is said that when chased, it lures its attacker onto dark mountain trails where the foe will get lost.
• Ability :: Insomnia - The Pokémon cannot be under the SLEEP condition while having this ability.
• Nature :: Quirky
+ ___
- ___
• Move List ::
+ Perish Song - Normal
+ Fly - Flying
+ Night Shade - Ghost
+ Dark Pulse - Dark
• Past Evolutions :: ---
• Uncert :: [x].
Preference List: Normal, Normal with Color Variation Recessive Murkrow, Shiny.
Prompt Response:
The cool air of the relatively mild afternoon teasingly played at the back of the crimson haired girl’s semi-exposed neck, the manner in which she sauntered seemed to display a relaxed demeanor as if the female had no cares in the world however the subtle twitch in her hands betrayed the calm mask that played across her movements. Flicking the tip of her tongue across the silver loop at the corner of her lip River let out a pent up sigh, she needed some alone time to sort her tightly knitted thoughts. The stress and fatigue laced together like a heavy quilt, no matter how many threads she pulled she just couldn’t seem to unravel the unsettled emotions that pushed unyielding against her, smothering her the longer it enveloped her.
Shaky hands uplifted to the messy tresses of dark red hair that fell into her troubled blue eyes, the murky pools of ice shimmered ever so slightly as the nineteen-year old trainer eased herself to a halt in the middle of the dirt road.
“What the hell am I doing all the way out here?” River thought out loud, the tone of her voice was far more gruff than what she had expected it to be and quickly cleared the frog from her throat with a swallow cough. Just up ahead the athletically figured trainer could make out what seemed to be the only house she had seen in what felt like miles, from the looks of things the plot of land was cultivated and still in use; more than likely a farm of some sort. “Isn’t that quaint.” Breathily murmured the redhead barely above a whisper, she wasn’t a country girl, she was a Kingston. A lady. At least that was what her grandmother had always insisted even though the former dancer had never felt like the dainty doll her father’s mother wanted her to be.
Grunting with annoyance at the thought of her legal guardian the longhaired, lithe framed teenager crossed her arms over her small chest and continued strolling down the well-beaten dirt trail. Step after step River found herself drawing nearer and nearer towards the cozy farmhouse that resided at the bend in the road. Dragging her scuffed running shoes as she plotted along the pale complexioned youth paused, her chilled blue hues drifted towards the fields of scraggly produce. Perhaps it was the time of the year were crops didn’t quite grow properly, still something just seemed off. Here and there lay patches lush and fruitful where others rows in the fields seemed mangled, damaged, and infertile. Pushing her fingers into her jeans River simply stood at the edge of the property, night was quickly approaching and the temperature was dropping more rapidly than the girl was prepared.
“This is stupid,” irritably grumbled the crimson manned trainer, plumes of breath visible as she gave voice to her thoughts yet again. It wasn’t exactly safe for a girl her age to travel alone, especially at night. Slipping her shoulder from the strap of her backpack River allowed the bag to hit the ground with a loud thud, kneeling into a crouch the slender tomboy flitted through her various items until her hands met a soft, cotton knitted sweatshirt. “It still smells like her…” her voice broke into a near sob as she knelt there in the dirt, the hoodie in her hands had belonged to her very first girlfriend. The first true love of her young life. “Tssk, whatever.” Promptly deflected the redhead against her emotions as she pulled the added warmth onto her trim, shivering body, it didn’t matter. She was cold and nothing else about the shirt mattered. No matter how much the scent made her eyes water with lonesome.
“Gimme a break,” Heatedly spat a booming voice, the deep masculine tone cut through the stillness of the painted scenery disrupting the tranquility so abruptly it caused the slender redhead to jump nearly out of her skin. “Ya’ll overgrown gallinippers! Scoot! Git! Aaaah! Tromping across the property only barely eliminated by the light gleaming from the barn a male figure threateningly waved his arms and angrily shouted expletives into the shadows.
‘What the hell--- what is he yelling at?’
Peering into the darkness from her spot on the road River stood motionless, her breath caught in the back of her throat, her lungs stinging from the chilled night air she swallowed down in large gulps as she strained her senses into the gloom.
“Muuuuuuuuuuurkrooooow! Rooooow!” Jeeringly chorused two large birdlike creatures from somewhere in the depths of the shadows. Pokemon? A louder yet more refined caw followed the deeper more masculine calls that had flushed the night with imagery straight out of a horror film. Instinctively River’s hand shot to her narrow, bony hip where a red and white sphere rested on her belt loop. Comfort seemed to kiss at her fingertips as she stroked the device seeking its strength. “Murkrooow.” Simplistically stated the winged figure in a velvet tenor, elegant and proud. An edge of something dark and threatening concealed in the statement it made towards the farmer despite the language barrier.
“Stay away from mah Mootanks! Gosh dang it, I mean Miltanks! Aaaah, git out! Ya’ll blasted pecker-faces!” Venomously spat the man in genuine seriousness, a chortle abruptly escaped from the girl’s mouth before she even had a chance to qualm the amused noise.
‘Way to go River, you’re in the spotlight again. Ugh.’
Four sets of eyes registered the trainer, three belonging to the murkrows eyeing the girl in various manners. A crooked beak snapped shut like a pair of sharpened sheers silencing the murder from further chatter. She didn’t look like much but the keen eye of the leader knew better than to doubt someone with one of those things, a red and white prison. Puffing up its pink hued feathers the shiny Murkrow snipped its razor edged beak again. It was now irritated.
“YOU,” hostilely screamed the farmer, a fury building in his deep set chocolate coloured eyes. The way he looked at her, stared into her, through her sent a shiver coursing through her body. Confidence instantly draining from her lithe frame River felt her heart hammer against her ribs filling her with dread. Why did it have to be a man? Why couldn’t it be a cute little farm girl? Or some helpless old lady? Obviously someone up there hated her. “Don’t just stand there snickerin’ like a spoiled lil’ brat! Git over here an’ help an old man out! Ya git dem convoluted birdbrains off of mah property fer good den I’ll fill dat belly of yers wit da best fiddles ya ev’a tasted! A scrawny thing like you needs some weight on yer bones, men dun like sticks like you. C’mon lil’ girl, help an old man out. I’ll even throw in some fresh milk.”
River grimaced and physically paled, did he have to say all of that, was the milk comment really needed? Men were such idiots. Attempting to compose herself River encircled her slim arms around her waist and arched an eyebrow at the man. He was so gross and dirty, and the way he looked at her made her skin crawl.
“To be honest, I wouldn’t want any of your milk or your food for that matter, but those are some very pretty murkrows. I won’t make any promises but I’ll try to get rid of them for you.” Of course she would never promise, promises were something daddies did to their daughters then never followed through. But she would attempt.
Stretching out the muscles in her legs and back the former classically trained dancer leapt over the fence that barred off the boundaries of the property, landing in a flamboyant, showy crouch the nineteen-year-old rolled forward then skillfully sprang to her feet wriggling her shoulders cockily as she strutted towards the flock of pokemon. She knew she was good and adored flaunting it any chance she got.
“Krrrrroooow!” Viciously screeched the pink plumed darkness pokemon, with strong wings the creature fluttered into the air closely followed by the slightly larger murkrows under its command. Gritting her teeth together River pumped her long shapely legs as she chased after the airborne trio. Calling loudly, almost mockingly towards the girl as they flew towards the open barn, where they baiting her? Striding at full speed towards the entry way River slipped through the heavy wooden doors then paused hesitatingly.
“Laaaaaaaaame,” screeched a voice that was gruff and strained as if the vocal cords that formed the word was unaccustomed to the verbal pattern. Unless there was some creepy old lady hanging in the rafters River knew exactly whom had just insulted her. Cranking her neck upward the crimson haired girl shot the birds a heated glare. Snickering behind a large wing that was speckled with yellow and red markings the darkness pokemon seemed to grin with his eyes as he smugly cast a sideways glance towards the human below him. “Row.”
All humans where below them.
Trilling and snapping her crooked beak at the vocal male to her left the shiny Murkrow silenced him from his distasteful banter, she hated it ever so much when he showed his true colors. He wasn’t special, he was a commoner compared to her, some things she just couldn’t teach him. Truly it was a pity.
Wooden shavings fluttered to the floor like petals on a gentle breeze as clawed feet dug into the support beam of the rafter, the Murkrow with the red chest sat sawing his beak side to side in an expression that read: caution. The menacing gleam in his red eyes sent a subtle chill down River’s spine; they seemed to be the perfect group, a snooty leader, a psychopathic wingman, and the mouthy comic relief.
Taking a few steps into the barn River exhaled the trepidation that was gathering in the pit of her stomach, they were big and dangerous birds, the way the large oddly coloured Murkrow with the bright chest casually peeled away at the sturdy wood simply made her skin crawl.
“Alright, alright, I’m lame. You guys are pretty bad a** if I do say so myself,” sweetly declared the redhead as she leaned against a post and stared up at the trio crossing her arms. “I totally didn’t expect to see gorgeous murkrows like yourselves on a dinky farm like this.” River made sure to keep her tone level and to seem as cool as she possibly could even as several of the miltanks in the stalls called out nervously and rubbed their sides against the gates wanting to escape the close proximity of their molesters.
Cawing in retort to the slender human below the pink hued Murkrow spread her wings and flapped, what was this little girl getting at, did she look stupid?! She could tell when someone was trying to trick her. Stupid human girl. Whipping her head in the direction of the girl the female Murkrow prattled out something vicious towards her comrades. Shrieking as they took flight the two swooped towards River talons raised and eyes locked on her position.
“Hey now! C’mon! I didn’t say anything wrong!” Bitterly snapped the redhead as she threw her arms over her head and crouched onto the hay covered floor. “If I wanted to I could just attack you, but I’m not, I am trying to reason with you! You all deserve better than this place!”
“Muuuuuurororow,” skeptically drawled the female darkness pokemon, red eyes narrowed into suspicious slits. For now she would let the girl speak. Cawing once again towards the two larger winged beasts the prissy shiny bird demanded them to cease. Hissing loudly the red chested male dropped to the floor of the barn and angrily crawled and scrapped while hopping in circles, even though she couldn’t understand him River could easily tell he was cursing and perhaps using expletives in his native tongue. “KROW!” Fiercely exclaimed the female, in retort the male lowered his body and scraped his snapping maw across the floor throwing dried alfalfa wildly in all directions.
Someone had anger issues.
Peeking up at the commotion the blue eyed tomboy felt her shoulders slump ever so slightly with relief, oh yes her plan was already falling into place. Before the night was through these three wouldn’t be able to stomach each other. Keeping the smirk off of her angular face River slumped down to the floor and let out a tiny sigh, from above she could hear the utter outrage from the shiny pokemon directed solely towards her aggressive flock mate. It was amusing watching them bicker, she didn’t even need to raise a finger.
“Pretty. Kaaaroo. Shiny.” Merrily chimed the same scratchy voice that she had first heard upon entering the barn, with tiny careful movements he inched towards River with a mesmerized gloss to his stare.
“Uh, yeah I guess I am kinda cute. But ya know---“ trailing off for just a moment as the little fellow skipped closer to her the nineteen-year-old brought her hand up to her mouth and covered the silver loop that glistened in the dim light of the lamps that hung in on the walls. “Oh crap.” Perking up when she removed her hand the yellow and red marked Murkrow suavely called to her while puffing his silken chest feathers out alluringly. “Well, aren’t you just the most handsome fella. Goodness, look at you,” she cooed sweetly, lifting her hand to her ear she popped one of the metal loops off and outstretched it towards the goofy darkness pokemon. Without so much as a second thought the feathered beast pranced toward and scooped the earing into his beak, the expression of pure content quickly faded from his wine red eyes. Even River suddenly felt horrible for the little Murkrow, perched on either side of him staring daggers into his plumage was the shiny female and the ultra-violent male. “If I was you bro I would start flying now. Cause they don’t look too happy.”
Queue drama in five, four, three, two, and one.
First the squawking sounded, rapid in pitch, slowing growing in volume until the pink Murkrow screamed with utter rage while flapping and peaking ruthlessly at both males. How dare they disobey her, how dare that human give such an ordinary Murkrow something so gorgeous, and how dare he try to keep it all for himself! Couldn’t that girl see she was the special one?! Couldn’t she see that she was the one that deserved the shiny treasure?! How dare all of them! Clawing and screeching the trio tumbled out of the barn pecking and viciously attacking one another. Standing up from her seated position River dusted her jeans off grinning almost wickedly.
Stepping out into the chilled night air River snuggled down into the large hooded sweatshirt that swallowed her slender frame, in the distance she could hear the murder of murkrows bitterly waging war on each other, really it was a pity, they really were amazing looking pokemon. Shoving her hands into the pocket on the front of her shirt the crimson haired tomboy knelt into a crouch then plucked a feather from the ground, eyeing the quill she couldn’t help but let out a small sigh. “Maybe I should have tried to catch one? Gaaah what sort of trainer doesn’t try to catch a pokemon when they have a chance, man I am such an idiot! Oh well, whatever. No reason to stick around here anymore, I don’t want that crazy hick to try and get me to drink his milk. Ugh men.”
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 2:25 pm
P O K É M O N # 3
Snuffles
 • Pokémon :: #054 Psyduck
• Nickname :: Snuffles
• Gender :: Female
• Type :: Water
• Species :: Duck Pokémon
• Height :: 2’07"
• Weight :: 43.2 lbs
• Pokémon Classification :: Companion
• Pokédex Entry :: Overwhelmed by enigmatic abilities, it suffers a constant headache. It sometimes uses mysterious powers.
• Ability :: Cloud Nine - All weather effects are negated while the Pokémon is on the field.
• Nature :: Quirky
+ ___
- ___
• Move List ::
+ Zen Headbutt - Physic
+ Hydro Pump - Water
+ Strength - Normal
+ Sleep Talk - Normal
• Past Evolutions :: ---
• Uncert :: [x]It had been one of those days, Silo was being too much of a perverted Murkrow to allow him out of his ball and Lookit was simply a purple lump that didn’t want to leave the comfort of his personal red and white shelter. Today was just a lonely day for the redheaded trainer, a lonely, miserable day.
“This just sucks,” bitterly grumbled River as she flopped down onto a tree stump precariously placed just beside a pond. Cold blue hues gazed out over the smooth, serene surface of the still water then widened abruptly at the sight that met her stare. Positioned perfectly in the center of the pond a pudgy yellow psyduck with odd blue coloration on its face sat lazily on an oversized lily pad transfixed on the surface of the water. “Now that is what I am talking about, my day goes from sucky to ducky!” Pushing away from her tree stump seat the nineteen-year old redhead inched closer to the edge of the pond wearing a grin from ear to ear.
“Duck?” Softly inquired the fuzzy fellow from his floating lounge spot, he was almost certain that he had heard something but that was impossible he was on a very secluded, very costly tour of the prime wetland real estate. Shaking his head some the little duck went back to intensely staring at the bottom of the pond floor, truly the highlight of the new prospective home. “Psssssssy!” Cheerfully he declared to seemingly no one but himself, his mother would have been so proud; all grown up and looking for a nesting ground.
For a few moments River had considered wading into the somewhat murky water however it seemed that the giant lily pad the oblivious pokemon was riding was beginning to drift and float rather steadily in her direction. All she had to do was wait then he would be hers. Crouching down into the long wavy grass, hand on an empty pokeball the former dancer waited for her chance to strike. After a short while the leafy green pad touched at the marshy soft soil at the edge of the pond, tilting ever so slightly as if readying for the passenger to vacate the premises. Hopping off of the water weed the blue and yellow duck waddled a few steps before turning to face the pond, what was he up to River wondered as she watched him curiously. Suddenly emerging onto the muddy bank of the shore the lily pad came into full view for the first time since the teen had began stalking the duck.
“Lotad.” Casually announced the savvy water and grass type, his wide set eyes peering at the potential buyer unblinkingly. Reaching out with a stubby blue leg the lotad shook the psyduck’s wing then set to business, this property was ideal for a bachelor, or a sucker. Whichever term the duck wanted to use was just fine with him, either way he was going to sell this location. As the two pokemon spoke the little blue and yellow psyduck staggered backwards, his eyebrows nearly shooting off his face as the lotad told him the price of his dream home. What!? Was he crazy? He wasn’t made of berries, he couldn’t afford that! Squawking with outrage the psyduck gestured back towards the pond, he knew he had seen some rather unsavory looking squirtles lurking at the pond floor. There was no way this schmuck was hoodwinking him. Uh-un! No way!
‘Your mother was a ditto!’ heatedly snapped one of the pokemon as they suddenly broke out into a brutal argument, stubby limbs flying in all directions, shoving and slapping violently. Honestly River couldn’t believe her eyes, one moment the two seemed to be the very best of friends and the next they were at each others throat. Maybe they were lovers and were having marital issues? Nah. Creeping up upon the fray the teenager then knelt down onto a knee as the lotad smooshed the psyduck’s face into the mud while jumping up and down on his back.
“Excuse me,” River stated rather nonchalantly her tone laced with venom. The sound of her voice instantly drew chills across both water-types as they halted in their bickering and stared up at the redheaded human eyes bulging and large. Reaching down the girl pulled the psyduck out from underneath the lotad by the scruff of his chubby neck. Did psyducks have neck scruffs? Hm, she really hoped she wasn’t hurting him. Straightening her full height the tomboy glared down at the water-weed pokemon as she heaved the blue and yellow psyduck up with her keeping him held tightly by his neck fluff. “This is mine. Thank you.” Plainly stated the girl, gulping the lump in his throat the lotad held up his nubby arms in a display of compliance then edged back towards the pond until he was up to his eyeballs in wetness. Huffing loudly River brought her chilly gaze to rest on the pokemon in her grasp. “If that was your girlfriend, you so can do better. C’mon buddy, it’s time for lunch.”
Letting out a bewildered cry of anguish the little fuzzy wetland warrior griped his head. “PSSSSSSSSSSYYYYYY!?” It really was one of those days!
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