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 Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 11:53 pm
Okay, basically, make up pokemon trainers who can either be a slave or a master. Nobody god-mods, and when a slave is either caught (if on the run) or bought, all their pokemon go to their master. If a master sees a runaway slave and catches them, the master can keep him/her free of charge. just obey the ToS and have fun. Oh, if runaways go fifty straight posts without getting caught or recognized and caught, they become free and get all their pokemon that their masters took from them back, even if they've caught more pokemon by then. profile skelly: Name: Age: occupation: Pokémon (if any, cannot be legendary or shiny): Slave or master? Short bio: Picture or description: The Elite Four get first pick out of all the slaves, and if you're a slave and they even recognize you, er, well, you have to go back to their house with them or to the market. Also, if your character is a gym leader, they're a master and have to either kill or sell their family if they have one. ♋Gym leader slots♋
Dragon type: Whellint Ekkira Open
Physic type: Open
Grass type: Open
Fire type: Open
Bug type: Open
Water type: Open
Ghost type: Open
Poison type: Open
Ice type: Open
Normal type: Open
Fighting type: Open
Ground type: Ciran Ekkehart
Dark type: Open
((there will be a gym for every three types. The Dragon, Dark, and Ice type gyms are one gym. You have to battle three Pokemon at once, each of the leaders for each type only has two Pokemon of their type))
♉Elite Four, people usually call them just the Four♉
physic type: Open
Fire type: Open
Ice type: Blake Lefon
electric type: Open
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 12:05 am
Name: Falone Ekkira
Age: seventeen
Occupation: none, too risky
Pokémon (if any, cannot be legendary or shiny): one dragonair, one baby salamance, and a Pikachu
Slave or master? slave
Short bio: On the run from my dad, the dragon type gym leader. I'm also evading the Four.
Picture or description: My left eye is chestnut brown, my right is acidic green. My hair is waist-length, brown, and I often pull it back into a pony tail with my bangs hanging down to hide my right eye. I am tall, seven feet, two inches. My face is wolf-ish, according to the Four, and I hate the way my eyes are colored....... It's too distinctive.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 11:41 am
Name: Ciran Ekkehart Age: 21 Occupation: Ground Gym Leader Pokémon: Dugtrio, Nidoking, Skarmory Slave or master? Master Short bio: With the help of Nidoking, his very first Pokemon raised from a Nidoran, Ciran realized his dream of being a leader in an Official Pokemon Gym, but has a secret fantasy about owning slaves. He knows about the underground slave trade and has heard rumors of the Elite Four being the most ruthless of masters. Can he ever own a slave of his own? Surely he'd be nicer than the Four... Picture or description: Shaggy dark brown hair, 6 foot 2 inches, athletic build, emerald green eyes.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 4:07 pm
[you're accepted] I was running.....again. I was breaking the law by just being alive. Now, I'd been discovered and was seen training with one of my friends. I hit the ground hard as one of the Four pounced on me and I blacked. When next I woke, my head was throbbing and I felt that my hair was in a pony tail. My vision was disoriented, but I could make out a few figures in a crowd. It seems that I am now a slave, because my hands and feet are bound. "She's waking." I hear someone say and one of the Four walks over to me. He has silvery hair and looks like he's a crossbreed with a Rayquaza because his skin has a faint greenish tint. He looks at me with his red eyes, then grabs my ponytail and drags me to a room where I see a bunch of other kids, all about my age, in chains and being examined and tested. I struggle, but its no use. When I'm seated, a kadabra uses some sort of move that makes bars materialize around me. I quickly analyze the abra, bars, and try to find a weak spot.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 6:54 pm
"Dugtrio, Sand Tomb!"Ciran's Dugtrio called and each of it's three heads spun around, whipping up a dust devil that rushed at the rock he was aiming at, engulfung it in mini sandstorm. "Now Magnitude!"Again, Dugtrio spun around before shaking the ground, producing a small earthquake within the Gym. The shockwaves spread through our the field but struck the large stone entombed by the dust devil, crumbling it instantly. Ciran applauded as he stepped forward. "That's awesome Dugtrio! We'll be ready for the next challenger in no time!" Dugtrio all smiled up at the Trainer and was called back to it's Pokeball for a rest. Finally Ciran's watch alarm went off, and not seeing anyone around he quietly slipped away from the Gym. He said that today was the day he woud go "shopping", at least when no one was watching.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 9:55 pm
My head spins as I kick spots on the bars, never kicking the same spot twice. I have just found the weak spot on them, and the kadabra, when the silver haired Four walks up to me. "Oh," he says, "No you don't, girl. Listen, we open in a minute, and I expect you to be on your best behavior." he glares, silently threatening me. "Well," I say, "If you tell me your name, then maybe i'll be more polite to you." I already know his name, of course, Blake Lefon. He is the ice type member of the Four, and I almost feel sympathy for him. All those years growing up under the president's shadow, and dealing with ice type pokemon, must have been tough on him because it turned his heart to ice. "Well, I already know your name, Blake, but I just wanna annoy the heck out of you." Blake slaps me, his red eyes full of hatred. He points to a small container, "Inside that, slave, are what will be your master's pokemon." "Too bad, dude. By the way, its not slave, it's Falone. if ya wanna include a last name it's Falone Ekkira." I say, knowing at any second the man I'm talking to could kill me. I slightly wonder what happened to my father, was he stripped of his title as a leader yet? I know they will, at some point, get around to stripping everyone of the children's parents' titles, and that they're just being lazy. I let a silent tear roll down my cheek, I had no clue about my true linkage in this world, yet the b******* keeping me locked away like a slab of meet do. It hurts to even think about it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 12:31 am
Ciran dodged this person and that on his way to where he was going. The place he had heard of that supplied slaves and the slave trade. There were quite a few rumors the Elite Four would be there, or at least a couple of them. As always Ciran brought Nidoking with him, just in case. Seeing others with their Pokmon out, he decided to do the same and opened Nidoking's Pokeball. In a flash of brilliant white light the tall shape of a purple monster formed, with a huge thrashing tail and a sharp horn on its forehead. Ciran smiled a his friend and headed into the marketplace, Nidoking following him, and eyed the various specimens they had on display. To be honest, they all looked appetizing, and Ciran wanted all of them. But he had to be wary. Just one would do for now. He still had to get her and her Pokemon back to the Gym and away from prying eyes.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 7:53 am
I know that my fate is set as soon as I see people pouring in, but it doesn't stop me from kicking the weak spot I found on the bars, it makes me kick harder. I consider, for a moment, trying to bribe Blake into letting me go. I shudder and scrap the idea as soon as possible when I think of what payments that pervert would want. I decide to sit, wait, and when the time is right, run.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 11:29 am
Rosamire Everdeen Though primarily a slave market, it also spread out into vsarious markets with regular Trainer items, cheaper that Ciran could get at the PokeMart. He was wary about buying anything though. The whole place seemed shady, and half the stuff migt not even work properly. Still, Ciran took a good long look around before returning to the slave section.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 3:55 pm
I go back to what I'm doing, and ignore Blake. "That's not wise idea," He says, watching me.
"Yeah?" I ask, "Well, I don't like being in such a cramped space." I retort. Blake nods, then walks off. When he returns, he is holding a leash and the bars disappear from around me. Blake cuts my feet lose after attaching a collar around my throat, tightening it so I can barely breath, and clipping the leash to it. He also gives my hands a little more freedom by slapping on a pair of handcuffs after cutting my hands lose. He pulls me up by my hair, that is in a ponytail, then braids it.
"What's this about?" I ask, and the ice type Four just smiles, a sinister look in his red eyes.
"Well," he says, moving around with the leash in his hands, "you wanted to get out, and you need to be tamed. You're going on show." He then jerks my leash hard, and he begins to pull me around. I'm getting choked, so I have to follow him.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 6:06 pm
Ciran eventually found out they were having a show on a few slaves due to the large gathering of people on both sides of one small street. Ciran smiled and decided to join in as well. He was somewhaat of a taller guy, but he still got a lift from his strong Nidoking to watch the few girls that were being led to go on display. A ew of them looked really appealing, then he saw one girl that was rather tall. At first he raised his eyebrows at how tall she was, but he took in her features and figured she was just as beautiful. Perhas he would go after her, if one of the others werent well behaved.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 6:47 pm
Blake tugged my leash so hard I was getting choked. I saw that we weren't only going on show, but the staff at the market was leading us up to separate polls and tethering us there. Blake went passed all the other polls, and drags me to a pole with shackles on it. He clipped me into each one, my writs were forced down by my side and clipped to the pole. My hair was let down and some brown locks got in my face after my throat was tied to the pole. I found out that the other kids-- rebels, gym leader children, and plain criminals--- were getting the same treatment as I when I looked to my left and saw a skinny, brunet, green eyed guy about sixteen being treated the same way. He had muscles, but he wasn't that fit. He really just looked like a nerd in a jock's body. Blake goes off to try and brag about me.
"Hey, kid," I say, getting the sixteen year old's attention, "Why're you here? also, what's your name?" The kid stares at me with his emerald eyes. His stare shows me all I need to know, though. His gaze reflects the hurt and betrayal that I know only too well.
"Cody" He finally says, "I guess my last name doesn't really matter anymore, I've been passed around so much." Cody's voice sounds like he has lost all hope in life. "Got in here six years ago, when I was ten. For being a gym kid, as they call those who's parent works as a gym leader. You?"
"Nice to meet you, Cody, I'm Falone." I say and smile, remembering what it was like hiding my true self from my best friends and dreaming about being a rebel. "Like yourself, I am a gym kid. I honestly will try to get free, but i'm gonna act submissive to get away from the Four..... My father is the dragon type leader, over in Blackwraith City. When I get free, Cody, I swear to god, will try to help you do so as well. Maybe then you could return to your father. Do ya know why they keep us locked up like this, even the rebels are only tied by their leashes, I mean." Cody nods, but then the person who's selling him comes back and we have to be quite.
"Alright!" A voice comes on over the loudspeakers in the market. "Let the auction begin! We have two gym kids for sale today! One has the fight, willpower, strength, and agility of a dragon! But, then again, that's no surprise because Falone's father is the dragon type gym leader! We also have little Cody! Sure, the kid's as shy as a diglet, but then again, he has spent almost his whole life around them!" This gets some laughs, then the bidding starts. the first couple people who come to me, I just glare and snarl at.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 5:28 pm
Ciran smiled as he joined the growing crowd at the auction, seeing that the girl he saw was even taller than he thought. He waited for the first few biids to go up before placing his, competing with only one other guy who wanted to tall girl, but eventually gave up. ((Sorry, short))
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 5:32 pm
xXJustified_DeathXx Ciran smiled as he joined the growing crowd at the auction, seeing that the girl he saw was even taller than he thought. He waited for the first few biids to go up before placing his, competing with only one other guy who wanted to tall girl, but eventually gave up. ((Sorry, short)) ((that's fine)) I watched the prices go up, really high. Blake bought Cody, i felt sorry for the boy. I watched as someone, a trainer by his looks, gave up and my price fell to the last bid, which was a gym leader's
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 11:21 pm
Ciran was proud that he was able to buy his first slave on his first day in the market. He stepped forward through the crowd after the auction was over and signed her away. The guy with the silver hair and a wicked demeanor to him gave Ciran the container that held the girl's three Pokemon. Ciran took it happily, not able to wait to see what was in them. He thanked the man and left with his new slaves leash in hand, Nidoking oon the other side of her. Now, how to handle her? Ciran wasn't too skilled in the way of a slave owner, but he never liked those cruel masters. He would probably just be himself. Hopefully she would warm up to him.
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