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 Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:23 am
After Everything, I've Been Imprisoned Again Intro Goes Here.I; Introduction
II; Updates
III; Rules
IV; Profile
V; History
VI; Credits
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:33 am
Recent News & Updates August 20th, 2008 - Test subject has arrived at the island, and awaits its first examination.
August 17th, 2008 - Capture has been made, the Pokemon's transport to the island is in progress.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:37 am
Thread & RP Rules Some of these are common sense, but I've listed them anyway just in case. More may be added sooner or later.
I. Do not post in this thread, it is for my use only. Any and all RPs will be transferred into the journal in a single post, or generally as few posts as possible.
II. If you would like to RP, or are already in an RP with me and require my attention feel free to PM me. However, please be understanding if I do not respond to an RP for a day or two. After that, I actually suggest that you remind me.
III. Be aware going in that this character is hostile and dangerous. No matter how hard you try, it is not likely that this Pokemon will accept you as a friend. If this were to ever happen, you had better believe that you'll have to interact with him a lot before he is anything beyond tolerant of you.
IV. If you are unaware of every detail pertaining to this species of Pokemon, which I figure is probably not a worry in a Pokemon-based world, please make yourself aware before interacting.
V. Genken is an a*****e. The player is not. Please do not take personally anything that he does or says in RP. It's between the characters, and nothing more.
VI. Respect and fear Genken. He demands it. (*bricked*)
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:49 am
Profile for Specimen #056  Name: Genken
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Pokemon: Houndoom
Starting Stage: Pokemon
Some Physical Trait Suggestions for Human Side: Arrogant, with the goal to always hold himself in a manner that is intimidating. Tall and foreboding, well toned muscles, but still thin rather than bulky. Same fur and colorings as he had as a normal Houndoom, upon the face and from finger and toe tips to forearms and mid shin, with brown/orange traveling down the neck and over a good deal of the chest along with mid and lower abdomen. Very short black hair; Spiked. All previously carried bones, ribs and rings around ankles and wrists, and horns still adorn him despite his more humanoid figure. Due to the likely unwelcome restricted feeling of clothing around his back and sides, he's unlikely to wear any shirts that are form-fitting or not open in the front to allow proper room for comfortable movement, if he'd even wear one at all. Shoes would not be tolerated. Any metallic accessories should be silver.
Personality: Hates just about everything, aside from himself. He views himself to be God's gift to the night, and holds a haughty attitude that more than suggests it. He prefers to be left alone, and anyone who gets too close will face his rage. Not a friendly creature, not one at all easy to communicate with. When not making himself a physical danger, he's content in mocking and irritating others in any way he can manage. One to hunt for any possible weakness, and take full advantage of it however he can.
Strengths: He fears nothing aside from fire's one apparent weakness; Water. Otherwise, he'll stand up to anything and everything in his path, convinced that he's powerful enough to take down the world. This keeps him from freezing up in stressful situations, and he can react in the blink of an eye most times, if the situation permits it. He is very skilled in his attack and defense, with powerful jaws, toned muscles and lightning fast reflexes. While he doesn't take his elemental abilities for granted, if threatened he will use both fire and poison in self defense.
Weaknesses: His fearless attitude is very likely to lead him into trouble. Rash in just about everything he does, even though he does his best in plotting he's far too confident to take much resistance into account. He, like all fire Pokemon, is highly intolerant of water outside of drinking. As a result, he has steered clear of any remotely deep bodies of water and has never learned to swim.
Future Plans for Character or Any Extra Info: Genken will slowly adapt to his human form, in the sense that he can still harness some of the power he held as a Houndoom. He will grow protective of Yasha, and be quick to defend her even when it might not be needed. He will still have an unpleasant attitude, and despite his change still hold a strong distaste toward humans and even other morphs. It is doubtful that he'll ever willingly learn how to swim.
In case I achieve the awesomeness that is extra stages, this would be suggestions for a possible human/final stage: Pale skinned, tall and foreboding. Well toned muscles, but still thin rather than bulky. Arrogant, with the goal to always hold himself in a manner that is intimidating. Bright crimson eyes with round pupils, tipped ears, elongated canines, very short black hair; Spiked. If permitted, Houndoom's tail and some variation of the horns protruding from the skull. Other bones that the Houndoom carried may also stick around, ribs likely to only be partially covered by clothing if at all, while those around the ankles and wrists may or may not be covered. Clothing suggested dark, colors of black and blue or black and maroon. Feet bare, with fingernails and toenails filed to sharp points. Any metallic accessories should be silver.Others He's Met Currently None
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:54 am
A Brief Recap of A Horrible Life Just another peaceful day, or it had been. The sun was nearly gone, leaving the sky it's dark but lovely shades of reds, purples and blues. An elderly man stood near his doorway, holding a bundled blanket in the crook of one arm. He stared off in the direction of an approaching trainer, his small smile broadening as the young girl approached. Yes, this was the one. He recalled the long, turquoise hair. "Ah, it's you!" He started, stepping up closer to the young trainer to quickly close the gap between them. She had paused and given him a questioning glance, and he continued. "We were raising your Pokemon, and my goodness, were we surprised!" He gave a short laugh, as though such things didn't happen on such common occasions these days. "Your Pokemon was holding an Egg!" With this, he took one edge of the blanket and slid it away from part of the shell, to show her. "We don't know how it got there, but your Pokemon had it. You do want it, don't you?"
The girl smiled, bouncing on the spot a moment in excitement. "Of course!" Reaching out for the egg, she giggled. "Thank you so much, I just know that this will make the perfect gift for Michael." The man handed the egg over carefully, and watched quietly up until it had been placed in the girl's backpack. "You take good care of it." He instructed, smiling to himself as he folded up his blanket and headed back into the house. If the elderly man would have had any inkling of what that Pokemon might have been in for, perhaps he would have had second thoughts on handing that little Egg over. Unfortunately, his job was merely giving the Eggs to their rightful owners, not deciding where they went from there.
It was long after the city and surrounding area had been plunged into darkness that she'd found Michael, standing alone along he tree line of the route he'd told her they'd be taking. Seemingly lost in thought, trailing his fingertips over the Dusk Ball in his hands, as he rested with his back against the trunk. Shoulder-length hair and clothing, both in shades of black, nearly allowed him to melt into the shadows. He'd turned his attention to her as movement caught his eye, pocketed the Ball, and with a grin playing on his lips he approached her. He'd nearly let her pass him by, and he slid up alongside her silently and snaked an arm around her waist.
"So late for a pretty young lady to be wandering into the woods alone..." Michael stated quietly, pulling her close with a smirk. "Evenin', love."
She'd nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise, it was a miracle she didn't scream, but seemed to quickly compose herself enough to snap at him. "How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me!?"
"Sorry, Katie." His expression didn't look very apologetic. He went silent once more, brows raising as Katie kneeled down beside him and proceeded to fumble through her backpack. Only when she produced the Egg did he seem to realize what was going on, "You're bringing an Egg with you?"
"No. Well, sort of." Upon standing, she held it out to him. "It's for you! It's a day early, but I wanted to give you something for our anniversary. We've been seeing each other for a month now." She smiled, and as he took it she didn't notice the grimace on his face.
"Oh. Well, thanks..." He forced a smile, and tucked it carelessly in the crook of one arm. "It must have slipped my mind, I don't have anything for you..."
"That's okay!" Katie replied quickly, "You could always pick up something in the next town, right? If we start now we might be there before sunrise."
Michael shifted his weight nervously, running his fingers through his hair. "Yeah, about that..."
"What's wrong?" She asked, frowning.
He seemed to catch the distress in her tone, and quickly pasted another smile on his face. "I forgot to bring a light."
"Oh! Is that all? It's fine, I brought an extra." Sure enough, she pulled two flashlights from her bag, before slinging it back over her shoulder. "Come on, let's get moving before my parents notice I'm gone."
So, off the pair went, with their plans (or Katie's plans) to run off together where Katie's parents couldn't stop her from seeing Michael. He'd arrived in her hometown several weeks before, and his mysterious attitude seemed appealing to her. Just why he might have been mysterious, she didn't seem to wonder, and followed him around like a puppy whenever given the chance. Her father, let alone her mother, didn't like it, and had forbidden her to continue seeing him. Something not right about him, they'd said, a gut feeling. As most teens, she'd brushed them off. Another foolish girl who believed she'd found 'true love' in him.
They'd rented two single rooms in the nearest inn the evening thereafter, to rest up and supply themselves with food for themselves and their Pokemon. The Egg hadn't shown any signs of hatching yet, but Michael seemed keen on keeping it with him at all times, even when Katie had offered to carry it in her bag for awhile. "It's not heavy." He'd say, sometimes replying with a hint of annoyance.
Once they'd both went off to their own rooms to sleep that night, or so poor Katie had thought, Michael had packed up his own bag. He carefully stored away his Egg, along with most of the food, and slipped out of his room in the early hours of the morning unnoticed. It had taken him weeks, biding his time for the perfect opportunity, but finally he was rid of her, and with a free prize to boot. With what might prove to be a nice addition to his team, he was glad he stuck around and waited for her. He knew well enough that she'd never catch up when she found him missing in the morning, and would be left to return home. To most it seemed heartless, but he considered it acceptable. He left her enough food for herself for the trip home, what else could she need?
With no regrets, he continued on his journey. As most trainers, he hungered to be known as the best, a Master in battle. However, his means were not the most desirable of types, and it was only a month after he had left Katie that he stood out in the tall grass of a vast and uninhabited field. The trees around sheltered the view of his training from any unwelcome eyes, aside from any wild Pokemon that might have been stirring in the shadows at what was nearing the hour of midnight.
"Horrible! You've got to put more power into it! Try again!" Micheal shouted, pulling a leg back to give a panting black lump on the ground a swift kick in the ribs. It squealed in pain, and the Houndour struggled to its feet, quivering in its state of near fainting. Before it stood one of the many terrors of the Pokemon world; Tyranitar. Terrifying to this pup, anyway, as it towered over four feet above his head.
It had become routine for Micheal to set the pup against his most powerful Pokemon, and work the Houndour to exhaustion. More often than not, he would end up fainting, after being batted and tossed around like some morbid punching bag. Given no choice but to obey his Master's orders, unless he wished to suffer a brutal beating from his trainer in exchange for the Pokemon.
"Use Ember, you worthless mutt!" Commanded the human, quickly growing impatient by the Houndour's hesitation. When the Pokemon didn't step up, he flung it toward the massive green beast with another kick. "Stop cowering!"
The torture went on, to the Houndour the weeks felt like years. Luckily, his strength did grow, and he slowly began to become more resilient to the undeserved punishment he was constantly dealt. It was under the bright light of a full moon that he finally evolved, into an intimidating Houndoom. His body held all new power. He was bigger, stronger, and vowed that he would never let his Master torture him again. He would get even, he just had to bide his time...
"Well, I suppose you need a name, now that you're not a useless little runt anymore." Micheal commented with a smirk, and the Houndoom merely gave a growl. "From now on, you are Genken. When I'm through with you, you'll hold true to your namesake."
I'll show you. I'll show you how vicious I can be... The demon hound told himself, and he'd already formulated the plan in his mind. Once the Master dropped his guard, once there was an opening, Genken was going to attack. Then he would be free, and he would never again have to deal with bending to the will of anyone again. Or, so he thought.
So, it was only a matter of time before the Houndoom turned on his cruel Master, retaliating against the abuse he'd been subjected to since the day he'd hatched. After crushing his own Pokeball between his jaws, he left the mangled body to the scavengers. He doubted anyone would ever find him, but he didn't care if they did. He'd be long gone, and he wouldn't stop until the scent of his deceased Master was no longer drifting on the wind.
Little did Genken know, it wouldn't be the last time he'd endure torture from humans... And the next time he would be captured, there would be no escape. Ignorance is bliss, as they say.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:02 am
Disclaimer
Pokemon © Nintendo
Profile Art © Hotaru-Neko
Spliced Concept & Official Shop Art © Teigra
Character of Genken the Houndoom © Hitsuzen
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