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 Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:01 pm
One day I'll make a banner. One day.
Please do not post. O: <3
(Feel free to click Pokémon sprites to go to the Pokémon's journal / quest thread.)
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:03 pm
[ R u l e s ]
1. Don't post here.
2. If you'd like roleplay/plot/etc. with any of my pets, feel free to PM me a request or ask in the main thread.
3. Most of the information in my journal isn't set in stone, but it isn't written in sand, either. If you want to plot, but need a bit of something changed (Ex: You want to give one of my characters a sibling when the history states that s/he is an only child.), you're free to inquire over PMs.
4. Don't take my format, please.
5. Rules are subject to change.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:05 pm
 [ B a s i c s ]Name: Mina Killian
Origin | Meaning: Germanic | Will, Desire / Helmet, Protection || Gaelic | War; strife; bright-headed.
Nickname(s): Mink
Gender: Female
Occupation: Trainer
Pokémon:    [ D e t a i l s ]Birthday: May 28
Age: Seventeen
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130 lbs
Voice: Soft and gentle.
Hometown: Floaroma Town (Sinnoh)
Current Residence: Seatence Valley (Zatao)[ C h a r a c t e r ]Personality: Mina is a kind, albeit naïve, trainer. She’s the type who would always be willing to give others a helping hand or the benefit of the doubt and is slow to lose her temper. She cares deeply for her friends and her Pokémon and won’t tolerate the harming of either. However, she lacks courage when she’s alone and is quick to grow nervous. Hopefully, through time, and with the help of her companions, those traits will be something she can overcome.
Likes: Making friends and helping others.
Dislikes: Getting on anyone's bad side.[ H i s t o r y ]Mina was born in the serene lands of Floaroma Town. Although her parents had lived in Solaceon Town, they moved into the quieter, more peaceful town for their daughter’s sake, and there they chose to stay. They originally had a farm in Solaceon, and they built a smaller one around their new home over the years. Mina grew up to be a kind, although naïve, girl in her home, and when she was older, she set off with her father’s Ponyta to be like the famous Pokémon trainers she had heard about. Evidently, things didn’t go as planned. She had never been in a real battle, camped alone, or been so far away from the familiar farm she had grown to know all her life, and her journey ended up disastrous. She returned home much earlier than expected, ashamed.
She didn’t think she’d ever leave again, but when news of the discovered Zatao reached her ears, she could feel the familiar longing for adventure she had felt before. It didn’t take much for her to convince herself to try again. This time, however, she was determined to do better.[ R o l e p l a y s ]Eevee Roleplay Event[ B a t t l e s ]Rohe vs. Vincent [Win]
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:06 pm
[ B a s i c s ]Name: Raiden Strider
Origin | Meaning: Japanese | Thunder and lightning. || English | Walker
Nickname(s): Ray
Gender: Male
Occupation: Breeder (Secondary: Trainer)
Pokémon:  [ D e t a i l s ]Birthday: October 10
Age: Twenty-Two
Height: 6'1”
Weight: 161 lbs
Voice: Flat and monotonous or open and friendly, depending on who he's speaking to.
Hometown: Goldenrod City (Johto)
Current Residence: Seatence Valley (Zatao)[ C h a r a c t e r ]Personality: At first, Raiden may come off as a cold, uncaring induvidual with his short, straight-to-the-point words and clipped tone (not to mention the fact that he makes obvious signs that the last thing he wants to do is talk to others), but that’s only because he’s extremely shy with people he doesn’t know very well, and his actions stems from the awkwardness he feels. As he grew, most of his time was spent studying the best ways to raise Pokémon, and little attention had been given to working on his social skills.
With Pokémon and people he’s used to, however, he adopts a completely different personality. He grows childish and is overly friendly, always willing to goof around and pamper Pokémon. He’s prone to be talkative, as well, and oftentimes rambles about raising Pokémon and the best way to care for them.
Likes: Pokémon and being left alone.
Dislikes: People who are insistent on talking to him (especially annoying ones), those who abuse Pokémon, and slackers.[ H i s t o r y ]Raiden Strider was born in Goldenrod City, where he grew up a lonely child in the center of a bustling town. His parents were always busy with work and his peers often taunted him for his lack of Pokémon or had better things to do than to give him their attention. His one consolation was the National Park, and he would ride there often to enjoy the Pokémon’s presence. Although he longed to have a Pokémon of his own, he had absolutely no idea how to care for one, and didn’t want to force a Pokémon to stay with him and struggle through his inexperience, so he was content to simply watch them. Over time, the Pokémon in the park grew accustomed to him, and occasionally came close for a romp or two, and these small moments kept Raiden from falling into depression as he struggled through his social life back home.
During one of his visits to the park, he came upon a wounded Jolteon. He recognized it as one of the few Pokémon that sometimes came within sight of him between the shrubberies, but always left within a few seconds, and had always admired its above-average size. But that was when it was healthy. At that moment, it was simply a violent little thing crouched beneath the bushes, snapping at anything and anyone that came close and causing a commotion with a particularly aggressive trainer.
Despite his fears, Raiden ran over to the Jolten and scooped it up, intending to take it somewhere secluded where it wouldn’t cause a problem with the others. (He himself experienced the pains of negative attention, after all, and didn’t want the Jolteon to go through the same.) Before he could do so, however, the Jolteon gave him a savage bite to the hand and, after a contemptuous sneer, ran off.
After the initial moments of shock, pain ebbed its way through to him, and not only from his wounded fingers. He knew humans could be cruel. He knew a human’s Pokémon could be cruel. It had never occurred to him that wild Pokémon could be the same until that moment. But it was stupid of him to think so, wasn’t it? They weren’t called “wild” for nothing, and he told this to himself, over and over. But it was in vain. It agonized him to know that the one safe haven in his life, the one without any malevolent intent, as delusional as it was – was just that, and nothing more: a delusion.
After that, his visits to the park stopped altogether. Around the same time, bullying became more frequent, and he was often the victim. The two together left him stuck in a perpetual state of limbo over the course of the next few weeks, confined within the grasps of suffering, and he truly believed he would end this way.
But that was before the Jolteon returned. It wasn’t on purpose, of course. He had merely chosen to pass by but had instead chanced upon Raiden, receiving another beating. To the Jolteon, this was nothing new. He had faced his own share of attacks from the paws of his brethren, who were fearful of his size and strange, solitary nature. But Raiden was the boy who had saved him from the man a while ago, was he not? There was a debt owed, and this he paid in the form of a thunderbolt aimed at the human’s perpetrators and the Pokémon they sent out.
It wasn’t long until they scattered and fled, and Raiden shakily righted himself. He thought the Jolteon was about to join in the departure, but it gave him a sideways glance and seemed to decide otherwise. He flinched when the Jolteon approached, expecting it to attack him, too. Instead, all it did was stare at him, and Raiden wavered under its gaze, but other than that, he made no move.
Suddenly, the Jolteon came to a decision. It stepped up to Raiden and, with a rumbling sound that resembled a purr, rubbed himself against Raiden’s side, its spines held close to its body so as not to bring harm.
It was meant to be a reassuring gesture, but Raiden mistook it for that of affection, and the Jolteon’s action, coupled with its serious expression, only brought a bubbling laughter to his lips. He hugged the Jolteon then and there, ignoring all the pain he felt, and ever since then, they’ve been together.
It's been over ten years since the incident, and their bond was stronger than ever. Raiden grew to love Pokémon even more and learned enough about them to be a Pokémon Breeder. Sparkalator (yes, that is the Jolteon’s name, and if you ask about it, Raiden will shrug it off and say it was a name he made up as a child – what more could one expect? But, really, he loves it) remained the same Jolteon he had always been, although he’s grown a little more social over the years. (There was really little choice when his trainer was always going around meeting new Pokémon.) Together, they plan on starting a new page of their life in the recently discovered region, Zatao. Already a small farm of sorts has been set up in Seatence Valley, and although the only Pokémon there are Sparkalator, the occasional visitor, and the wild Pokémon that come for a berry or two, Raiden hopes to be able to make it prosper with time.
((Homnom I know some parts are missing (such as "so the Jolteon stayed with him? :U Just like that?" "Why's Sparkalator suddenly so nice? :/" etcetc) but more details will be added in Sparkalator's history as soon as I get him.))[ R o l e p l a y s ]None[ B a t t l e s ]None
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:07 pm
[ B a s i c s ]Name: Genesis
Origin | Meaning: Greek | Beginning; birth.
Nickname(s): Gen
Gender: Female
Occupation: Rocket Grunt
Pokémon:  [ D e t a i l s ]Birthday: December 13
Age: Twenty-One
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 145 lbs
Voice: Cold and blunt.
Hometown: Mauville City (Hoenn)
Current Residence: Motterossa (Zatao)[ C h a r a c t e r ]Personality: Genesis is quiet and reserved, but not in a timid way. On the contrary, it’s easy to earn an irritated glare from her, and when she speaks, her words are often short and to the point. She’s either out working for Team Rocket or sleeping in her room, and there are those rare moments when she simply spends some time with her Pokémon, but other than that, it’s rare to see her do anything else (save for the obvious, such as eating).
Likes: Erebos (her Lucario).
Dislikes: Wasting time.[ H i s t o r y ]Genesis’ past is something she keeps to herself. However, it is known that she was born in Hoenn, and that when she later moved to Sinnoh, she changed her name to what she goes by now: Genesis. Her time in Sinnoh wasn’t exactly something to brag about. She had no Pokémon, knew absolutely no one, and despised working for the people she had met. Basically, she had no ways of making money, but she somehow got by.
During her stay, she heard rumors of an especially hostile Lucario and, having nothing better to do, she went in search of it. Under normal circumstances, she would have gotten bored soon after and left it be, but by coincidence, she managed to find the Lucario and its owner pretty quickly, entering an old house in the middle of nowhere. It didn’t look at all aggressive to her, but scars adorned its body, and her curiosity had been aroused. And so, when the man left (which was often she had come to notice, although where he went she didn’t particularly care to know), she snuck into the poorly guarded hovel and went towards the Lucario. A wary hand was lifted pet it, but before she could move it even an inch closer, sharp fangs were wrapped around her wrist. The Lucario would have bitten her hand clean off if Genesis hadn’t instinctively punched him. Of course, the blow was much weaker than even a Rattata’s tackle to the battle-hardened Lucario, but it had never been hit by a person save for his owner, and it stood stunned for a short second. During this time, Genesis escaped through the window she had come from, doing her best not to let her blood leave traces in and around the house.
Surprisingly, that didn’t deter her from visiting him again, a few weeks after their first encounter. The Lucario remembered her, but it didn’t attack her this time. It seemed content to glare at her, and she did the same. For hours they sat, simply scowling at one another, until footsteps could be heard outside. After petting the Lucario roughly before it even had time to comprehend what was happening, she left.
After that, her visits continued. Their relationship with one another couldn’t be called friendship, but regardless of what it was, it grew quickly after their initial meetings. She named him Erebos, and he became the closest companion she had had in a long time. And when Zatao was discovered, and access to the region allowed, she hitched a ride on a boat headed towards it, taking him with her.[ R o l e p l a y s ]None[ B a t t l e s ]None
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:08 pm
I don't have a researcher, nor do I plan to get one at the moment, so this is just a place for any wild Pokémon I may own at some point.
They can be researched by anyone but, again, I won't have a specific researcher for them. (If that's not allowed, though, I'll come up with someone.)
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This space will also be used for Pokémon I own whose trainers belong to someone else.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:09 pm
Everything else below is reserved on the off-chance I decide to make new characters.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:15 pm
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