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Post by dandelion on Jan 24, 2019 22:29:18 GMT -5
(thanks! will do! i probably won't get to my forms until this weekend tho as work has me in its clutches lately rip </3)
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jan 24, 2019 23:11:03 GMT -5
(thanks! will do! i probably won't get to my forms until this weekend tho as work has me in its clutches lately rip </3)
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Post by dandelion on Jan 26, 2019 11:51:38 GMT -5
(hope this is alright! let me know if i need to adjust anything c'x) Jonah Zhao || dandelion || Male || 18At first glance, it’s apparent that Jonah is a little ball of anxiety. His dark brows always seem to be furrowed in worry and he looks as if he wants nothing more than to melt into his slightly oversized jacket (or the floor) whenever anyone looks at him for too long. He has short, fluffy black hair a bit on the tousled side, although much of this could be attributed to “hat head” as he’s never far from his favorite black and gold baseball cap. His eyes are a dark brown, almost as dark as his hair, although good luck looking at them too closely when he’s frequently averting his gaze. On the short side for a male at 5’7” with an average build, if on the slim side. Despite his painful shyness, Jonah is a nice boy with a ready smile. Easy to get along and easier to talk at (not to, expecting to have a deep discussion with this kid is a bad idea) as he’ll always, if not always willingly, lend an ear to another. He’s a people pleaser for sure and has a hard time asserting himself. Jonah is uncertain about becoming a pokemon trainer - not because he doesn’t like or want pokemon, but because it feels like an expectation and because he feels as if he’ll never measure up to his sister. Older sister is Delilah Zhao | Starshire | Resident | OtherPokemon Team:Fennekin (female) - lvl. 5 - Scratch, Tail Whip, Ember (Blaze) Delilah Zhao || dandelion || Female || 24Tall and elegant at an impressive 5’9”, Delilah is the type of woman who makes a first impression. From her love of fashionable coats, high boots, and colorful scarves to her bright and friendly expression, she’s an easily approachable person. Black hair falls to her shoulders in neat and straight strands, trimmed bangs falling across her forehead. Her eyes are a very dark brown and are never without her favorite winged eyeliner. Just as her appearance suggests, Delilah wants to stand out. She’s the kind of person who can and will talk to anybody, regardless if they want her to or not. She’s honest and wears her heart on her sleeve. Her go-getter attitude lends itself to a perception of being overbearing and she can most certainly be exhausting to deal with for too long. She’s been traveling for a long while, flitting between areas on her pokemon journey and never settling in one place for too long. For now, she resides in Frosthaven and her natural love of the cold and bias toward ice-types has made her content to stay. Younger brother is Jonah Zhao | Frosthaven | Resident | OtherPokemon Team:Glaceon (male) - lvl. 45 - Ice Beam, Hail, Shadow Ball, Mirror Coat (Snow Cloak) Minior (genderless) - lvl. 42 - Power Gem, Confuse Ray, Stealth Rock, Hidden Power (Shields Down) Wigglytuff (female) - lvl. 43 - Sing, Substitute, Dazzling Gleam, Fire Punch (Cute Charm) Froslass (female) - lvl. 44 - Ominous Wind, Draining Kiss, Blizzard, Destiny Bond (Snow Cloak) Pangoro (male) - lvl. 43 - Hammer Arm, Crunch, Work Up, Return (Mold Breaker)
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jan 26, 2019 16:19:32 GMT -5
[That looks great, Dande!]
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Post by CreamCrow on Jan 26, 2019 19:52:40 GMT -5
Riona Krowly chicken trainer
So, when one was traveling however many miles to meet some mysterious dude only known by his name and legacy and rarely ever seen, it was sorta expected that when you broke into their house you'd find them dead. This wasn't even a situation in which Riona came across a lot, it just sorta seemed the type of thing to set of a long chain of events- especially given there was like, a group of kids over with them all. No, like really, a group of kids all gather to a mysterious man's house in order to get special creatures difficult to find anywhere else only to find the dude absolutely slaughtered? Definitely the start to a wicked story.
Hmmm. When one finds a dead body.... "Oh nooooo. A dead body. What a trajedyyyyyyy. My eyes..... are bleeeeeeding. How shall I ever get this out of my head- or- wait, are we not pretending to be freaked out? Okay, okay, I see." Sure, her voice didn't even scream of fear, it didn't even whisper it. I mean, really how was one supposed to react to seeing a dead body when they made animals fight to the almost-death on a near basis anyway. You know what, this is good enough for a post for now anyway.
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Post by dandelion on Jan 27, 2019 14:21:29 GMT -5
Jonah Zhao Big Baby Trainer
If there was one thing that was indisputably true in this world, it was that a Pokemon journey was supposed to be fun. The very beginning of that journey especially, when a person received their very own partner Pokemon, was the most anticipated day of all. It officially marked you as a trainer and set the course for the rest of your life. Dramatic, maybe? For Jonah Zhao, however, it was a day he’d been terrified about for weeks. Not because he didn’t like Pokemon or because he didn’t want any of his own but because he had no clear idea what he wanted or what he hoped to get out of it. Delilah was always so confident and sure of herself and the last time he’d seen her, probably a year ago now, she’d been as full of life as ever and her Pokemon just as happy. Surely, Delilah hadn’t worried about what she was going to do, what kind of Pokemon she’d collect, or whether or not she’d be any good as a trainer.
That was the thing. Jonah was sure he’d fail as a Pokemon trainer. Maybe his Pokemon wouldn’t like him, maybe Professor Spruce would take one look at him and change his mind. He didn’t even know what kind of Pokemon he wanted, really. He’d done enough anxious researching about them but there were just so...many. And they all had different strengths and weaknesses. They all had potential, to be sure. He considered the fact that he might just end up with the leftovers after the rest of the group made their choices. Maybe that would be okay. He wouldn’t really know for sure until he saw the Pokemon personally. But he definitely wasn’t going to try taking a starter someone else had their eyes on. He wasn’t keen on any kind of confrontation when his nerves were already frayed (or at any other time of his life to be honest).
When he’d finally arrived at Professor Spruce’s house, he’d taken an uncertain headcount of the others gathered there, slouching a bit into his jacket as if to appear smaller than he was and his eyes avoiding the others’. Since the professor had gathered them all here like this...did that make them rivals? Or were they supposed to be friends? Maybe they’d take their Pokemon and go, never to see each other again after today. Jonah thought that would be alright, maybe. It meant less confrontation, made it less of a real competition. Was it a competition? God, he hoped not because he’d lose.
However, it seemed getting his first Pokemon wasn’t going to be easy. Of course it wasn’t. Was Jonah surprised? No, just disappointed. One of the other boys, Montez, had ran out of the cottage looking as terrified as he felt on a normal basis - but something was wrong. Very wrong. Why did something have to go wrong today of all days? Jonah had only frowned, nervously watching as the girl Darcy pushed her way inside without hesitation.
When she’d finally come back out, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Dead? Professor Spruce was dead? An icy shiver of fear slid down his spine and he suddenly felt as if he was going to lose his breakfast. He wasn’t brave enough to look inside like the others, didn’t want to risk actually throwing up and making a scene in front of everybody. Not to mention seeing something like that would for sure scar him for life and he didn’t need the trauma. He’d take their word for it.
But were they...supposed to just leave now? Tell somebody? And what about the Pokemon? Was it morally right to be concerned over Pokemon when there was a dead man not ten feet away?
At least one of them seemed to have an idea of what to do. Jonah directed his pale face at Sola. The Pokemon. Right, so they should be thinking about them. They could be hurt, or worse. He wished he could be helpful enough but seeing as he refused to set a foot inside the cottage...he simply gave a meek shake of his head. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I, uh, maybe...you don’t think the killer might still be around out here..?” If nothing else, maybe they’d decide to use him as bait. He chose to ignore Riona’s comment, slightly disturbed by her utter nonchalance.
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Post by tess ✿ on Jan 30, 2019 23:13:57 GMT -5
Eric Grimm || tess ✿ || male || 18
[who knows, not me, this is rlly just a save]
Younger brother to Eli, Del, Elfie, and Egg Grimm| Moonfall | Resident |
+ Cyndaquil (female) [lv. 1] leer, tackle
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Post by Headphone Actor on Feb 1, 2019 18:49:37 GMT -5
Chester Duval Up-and-coming Totodile trainer
Professor Spruce was dead. Like...actually dead. Chester gave an uneasy chuckle, already not liking this situation. He wasn't going to give any show of bravado here. A man was dead and they had witnessed it.
Well, technically, Chester hadn't seen Spruce's body yet. He could still leave this innocently without a murderer needing to tidy up loose ends.
And yet he didn't.
"I-I mean...if that's the case...maybe we should see if the Pokemon are still around...?" They needed to at least make sure that they weren't hurt, and if they were fine, then they were better protection than nothing. Not that a baby Pokemon would be fantastic against whoever killed Spruce, but... "Should we go in..?"
He really didn't want to go in alone, and thankfully he didn't have to.
"I'll go with you." A boy spoke up from the group, one that Chester vaguely recognized from Stormspire. He had his own gripes about their neighbors, but now wasn't the time, and he nodded wordlessly, swallowing a lump in his throat.
Emboldended by a companion, Chester took the lead, making his way past Montez and Darcy and entering the house, the other kid close at his heels.
The inside was a total bloodbath, really, and the Frosthaven boy's stomach made an uncomfortable lurch. Blood covered everything -- floor, walls, furniture.
The professor had not died painlessly, that was for sure.
"...suck it." A sharp elbow slammed into Chester's side, and he wheeled around in shock to look at his companion. "What?!"
"The dude's dead, man, be a little more sensitive!"
"I'm just reading the wall!"
That gave the other boy -- Denji, Chester suddenly remembered -- pause, and Chester gestured to what he was talking about.
There, on the wall, scribbed in blood: suck it. Nothing else, just those two words.
"So our murderer is a vindictive 12 year old. Got it."
Shrugging, Chester tried to tear his eyes away from the carnage to look for the Pokemon. "Think this is it?" He picked up a heavy leather backpack, bulging and full to bursting with what he confirmed were, yes, Pokeballs.
"Guys, come quick, I think we found 'em!"
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#ECF7F7
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 4, 2019 13:29:49 GMT -5
Montez Rivera Tragoudó novice trainer
Now it wasn’t every day that somebody came up upon a dead body, especially not a dead body that was cut open and severely mutilated. That would surely be a surprise to anybody who walked up on something like that, and while Montez was rightfully jarred by it all, he wasn’t exactly scarred by it either. If anything he felt a sense of numbness, like he wasn’t exactly sure what he felt but he wasn’t freaking out or even terrified. If anything he was sort of in the same boat as everybody else - surprised, but more worried about where the Pokémon were than worried about whether or not this vindictive 12 year old was still around. What if the Pokémon had been killed as well? What if they were somewhere else in this little house and they had been too late to save them? What if they had escaped the murderer but were now on the run? What if they never got their Pokémon?
It was bad when Montez was more worried over whether or not he was going to get his Pokémon than the fact that there was a fresh corpse in the house he was standing outside of. Priorities. Seriously, the only sane one here was Jonah.
The moment he heard that somebody had found the Pokémon, Montez was snapped out of that numb coolness. He turned and swept his brown gaze around the rest of the group that had stayed outside before bolting back toward the house, the bloodbath that awaited him not jarring him at all this second time around. Honestly, it was like he was used to dead bodies like this. ”You found them?” He asked, looking between Chester and Denji with an excited expression pulling at his face. ”Do they look okay? Did anything happen to them?” He questioned, his concern for the little critters apparent in his voice.
He was just about to call out to the others a second time when he noticed something he hadn’t spotted the first time he had been inside the professor’s house.
Right there on the wall, made purely out of blood, was a message as clear as day.
”Suck it.”
That also should have been very unnerving for him, but once again he wasn’t exactly...fazed. A bit more alarmed than he had been over a dead body, but Montez froze, needing a moment to register everything he was looking at. Maybe it was slowly starting to dawn on him that none of this was okay, but that thought soon faded from his mind when he remembered what he had come here for. Pokemon.
Turning away from the wall, Montez glanced back to Denji and Chester. ”Do we...do we just pick our Pokemon now?” He asked slowly. Was that how this worked? Did they just pull a ball from the bag and that was it? He wasn’t sure how to do this, this was his first Pokemon encounter in where he was getting his own, so the only way to go about this was to ask a few questions over the corpse of a man that had literally given his life for these critters.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 4, 2019 16:01:19 GMT -5
Darcy Dolly Atwater-Douglas Ironcross Resident
Pokémon. Everyone was worried about the Pokémon. Honestly it wasn’t like Darcy was surprised by this, pokemon were important and she had worried about them as well. However with the worry for the Pokémon continuing, Darcy couldn’t help but let out a small huff and turn away from the others. Here they were, in the presence of the dead professor and most everyone here seemed to be more concerned with getting their first Pokémon as if this was some sort of game, and this was just the first level. “Don’t focus on the dead body, grab your Pokémon and carry on with your journey, everything is fine.”
Now that sounded like some brainwashing Big Brother bull crap and she wasn’t here for that.
Pokémon were important, but right now Darcy could wait for hers.
Though she doubted anyone else shared the same concept of prioritizing the dead body first, not with how engrossed they all seemed to be with getting their Pokémon, so with a roll of her eyes she took a step away from the group. ”You guys can do whatever you want, I’m going to look around and try to find a phone,” she stated snidely, already moving away from the group as she rummaged through the house for anything that might help.
They could sit there and act like nothing was wrong all they wanted, but Darcy was going to do something. Contacting the authorities should be the first move, then she could focus on something else. It was hard to focus with the stench of drying out blood still clinging to the air like a fog rolling in before the storm, but if she didn’t do something, then who would? Maybe this was everyone else’s way of coping with the sight they had all just seen, but to her it seemed like a pretty poor way of coping. Not that there were truly any “good” ways of coping with things, somehow it always ended up making things worse, but that wasn’t the point here.
The point was that there was a dead, mutilated dead body hanging to the wall and everyone else was acting far too...too...unfazed by it. Perhaps Darcy seemed to be that way as well in their eyes, and in truth as much as she’d like to say this fazed her, she couldn’t bring herself to lie about something like this. However at least she had enough common sense to know that something had to be done, even if she was the only one doing anything at all.
With a shake of her head Darcy began to walk through the house, eyes flickering over objects on shelves or on desks as they scanned the room for a possible phone. A bunch of scrappy eighteen year olds weren’t equipped to handle a situation like this, getting someone here that was should’ve been a top priority.
However even as her gaze wandered, she found herself returning to the sight of the corpse hanging lifeless from the wall like some sort of broken down puppet. Her eyes trailed along the cut open body, morbidly unable to look away.
Dead. He was dead. Cut open like a dead fish, sliced from so far up all the way through so expertly done it was like she was back in her home town, watching as the fish got sliced open and gutted before her very eyes. Was that what it had been like for Professor Spruce? Gutted like a fish on a lazy Sunday afternoon? Were his innards tossed away like some sort of useless waste in the nearest dumpster? What must it have been like for him? How long had he been alive? How much of this has he experienced before finally his body couldn’t take anymore and failed him?
There was a chance that whoever had killed him, had the mercy to end his life before gutting him. Yet for some reason, Darcy doubted that was what had happened and that made all of this so much worse.
Nothing was good about this situation, but the longer she lingered on just how Professor Spruce might’ve felt in his last few moments of life, the more Darcy’s stomach began to twist in uneasy ways.
Her eyes shut right, unable to stare at the body any longer, though even with her eyes closed, the image was still seared into her brain. No matter how hard she tried, she wouldn’t be able to unsee it.
”Focus,” she thought to herself, pulling herself out of her thoughts before she could allow them to take control even more than they already had. ”Hey!” Darcy called out to the others. ”If anyone wants to help, I’m looking for a phone,” she explained, pushing herself further into the house without waiting for anyone else. If they wanted to help they could, she gave them the chance, but she wasn’t going to wait around to see if they took her up on the offer.
Instead she continued on, hands tracing along the walls until finally her eyes landed on something in the distance. A laptop that must’ve belonged to Professor Spruce sat on a desk in the corner. It shouldn’t have been of interest to her, and yet Darcy found herself drawing closer to it, only stopping once she had reached the desk.
With a quick glance behind her to make sure no one had followed her in yet, or was watching from anywhere in the house, Darcy turned her attention back to the laptop and slid her backpack down her arms, unzipping it just enough to grab hold of the silvery looking laptop and slide it into her backpack with ease, quickly zipping it back up before anyone else could see.
Now, Darcy wasn’t entirely sure why she had stolen the laptop, but something in her had urged her to do it, and besides...as terrible of as person as she felt for saying this, it wasn’t like the professor would be using his laptop again anytime soon.
Now with the laptop securely in her backpack, Darcy was able to continue her search for a phone, though it wasn’t long until something else also caught her attention. A small piece of paper resting not far off, clearly meant to be found by anyone that entered the house. So with another quick glance around the room, Darcy reached a hand over and snatched the paper up, eyes reading along with it for a few moments before promptly shoving the paper into one of her pockets, a small frown itching at her face as she placed her hands in her pockets and stared down at the ground.
This wasn’t right, and by now she was left with more questions than answers. However answers would have to wait for another time, there was too much to focus on right now.
So with a small hum under her breath, Darcy slowly walked back towards the others, lingering near the walls as her eyes wandered over the rest of the group. ”...Any luck with the Pokémon?” She questioned softly after a moment or so.
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Post by ↫↫↫↫↫ кαямα ↬↬↬↬↬ on Feb 5, 2019 23:00:04 GMT -5
{{ character post i'm thinking of a new trainer charrie but as I decide on who can I claim Fennekin as their starter? c: hopefully I filled this out correctly }}
Skye Ashman || User || Female || 25
[This woman stands at five foot three with an hourglass shape. She has sun-kissed skin and she is pretty slender besides her thick thighs but they are toned. She has chest length, loosely curled, dark auburn red hair with natural caramel highlights in them. Freckles paint her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Something that stuns people is her two colored eyes. Her left eye is a bright blue while her right is a dark green. Skye is friendly but very very shy. This woman gets anxiety just at the thought of speaking to new people. She relies on her Lucario to help her speak. But if she becomes friends with you she is talkative, loving, and caring. She's extremely protective over her friends and her pokemon. Skye never met her mother due to her mother dying of childbirth. Her father has always hated her for it and blamed her causing her nervousness and anxiety. ]
n/a | Moonfall | Resident | Other
Team:
Starmie(genderless) [Lvl. 50]: Confuse Ray, Whirlpool, Psychic, and Ice Beam{Natural Cure} Metang(genderless)[Lvl. 41]: Psychic, Earthquake, Flash Cannon, and Reflect{Clear Body} Gallade(male)[Lvl. 53]: Close Combat, Psyshock, Dazzling Gleam, and Shadow Ball{Steadfast} Cubchoo(male)[Lvl. 30]: Charm, Ice Punch, Brine, and Night Slash{Slush Rush} Milotic(female)[Lvl. 39]: Safeguard, Aqua Tail, Ice Beam, and Dragon Pulse{Competitive} Lucario(male)[Lvl. 40]: Aura Sphere, Bone Rush, Blaze Kick, and Shadow Claw{Inner Focus}
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Post by Headphone Actor on Feb 6, 2019 3:31:42 GMT -5
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Post by Headphone Actor on Feb 6, 2019 3:32:25 GMT -5
[Or WCF could be rude I guess. What I was saying was that I'm pretty sure Fennekin is a solid choice?]
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Post by dandelion on Feb 6, 2019 7:40:08 GMT -5
not sure if we’re duping but I just wanna say that Jonah has Fennekin xD
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Post by ↫↫↫↫↫ кαямα ↬↬↬↬↬ on Feb 6, 2019 7:44:58 GMT -5
{{ ah crap dandelion I didn't see that i'm sorry ^^' }}
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Post by Headphone Actor on Feb 6, 2019 13:05:07 GMT -5
[Crap, I'm sorry, Dande! I haven't had the opportunity to update the list because of work and I forgot. I'm sorry, then, Fennekin isn't available.]
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Post by ↫↫↫↫↫ кαямα ↬↬↬↬↬ on Feb 6, 2019 18:48:17 GMT -5
{{ by the time I make my new trainer i'll figure out the starter pokemon then c: }}
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Bisexual
𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒
Good to be back
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Post by 𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒 on Feb 7, 2019 22:52:43 GMT -5
Piper Cordova || Lyssa || Female || 18
Piper is a petite girl, standing at 5'1. She has curly shoulder-length hair that she typically either straightens or keeps in a ponytail to contain it. Her eyes are a pale green color and she has lots of freckles on her nose and arms. She tends to dress in a casual but cute manner, conscious of fashion but also careful to dress comfortably as well. Piper is a friendly and generally approachable person, unafraid to meet new people, but is easily flustered at first and can be a bit shy in new scenarios. However, once you get to know her she can be sassy and surprisingly flirty, with a healthy sense of humor. She's from Newcrest in Ironcross Hold, and only recently left on her journey alongside her partner Popplio.
Team:
Popplio - lvl 5 - female - Pound, Water Gun, Growl - Torrent
Layout:
Piper Cordova ~ In place, with character
Open to family | Ironcross Hold | Resident | Pansexual
Brynndis Estur || Lyssa || Female || 21
Tall and strong, Brynn stands at a towering 5'11 and is made of lean muscle. She has straight black hair falling down to her mid-back, which she usually keeps in a high ponytail, bun, or braid to keep it out of her face. Her eyes are dark gray, almost black in color. Her style is sporty and practical, mostly consisting of tank tops, shorts, and leggings. Brynn is quirky and energetic, constantly moving with no time to stop and relax. She's exceedingly friendly to everyone she meets and is the kind of person most people can get along with instantly. Those who aren't attracted to her approachable nature tend to be repulsed by her optimism and energy, seeing it as annoying or overwhelming. She's an avid snowboarder, which is a good sport for her to have being as she's from Frosthaven Hold.
Team:
Glaceon - lvl 22 - male - Icy Wind, Ice Fang, Quick Attack, Bite - Snow Cloak Alolan Ninetales - lvl 24 - female - Dig, Ice Shard, Dark Pulse, Ice Beam - Snow Cloak Froslass - lvl 25 - female - Ominous Wind, Icy Wind, Draining Kiss, Ice Shard - Snow Cloak Sneasel - lvl 22 - male - Icy Wind, Feint Attack, Metal Claw, Quick Attack
Layout:
Brynndis Estur ~ In place, with character
Open to family | Frosthaven Hold | Boarder | Pansexual
Sage Wilder || Lyssa || Male || 27
Sage is an average sized man all around, standing at 5'11 and having a somewhat thin build. He sports a head of shaggy white-blond hair that he tends to let grow a bit too long before he cuts it. He's been known to wear headbands and bobby pins to keep his hair out of his face when this happens, until he decides to to get it cut. He has pale hazel eyes. Sage is a typically friendly, polite guy, though he carries a somewhat mysterious air due to his predisposition to be secretive about his life. He doesn't like to talk about himself, and tends to be somewhat of a loner amongst his peers. He has few friends, but the friendships he does invest in are very meaningful and precious to him. Sage suffers from wanderlust, and doesn't like to stay in one place for too long. He has no permanent place of residence, though if you ask he'll say he's from Stormspire Hold, his birthplace. Sage prefers electric-type pokemon to anything else, drawn to their unpredictability and energy.
Team:
Ampharos - lvl 47 - female - Take Down, Fire Punch, Discharge, Thunderbolt - Static Manectric - lvl 50 - male - Wild Charge, Discharge, Flamethrower, Bite - Lightning Rod Luxray - lvl 53 - male - Ice Fang, Discharge, Thunder Fang, Iron Tail - Rivalry Zebstrika - lvl 49 - male - Shock Wave, Flame Charge, Thunderbolt, Stomp - Motor Drive
Layout:
Sage Wilder ~ In place, with character
Open to family | Stormspire Hold | Resident | Pansexual
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Post by Winona on Feb 13, 2019 11:46:53 GMT -5
Drake Martin || Winona || Male || 23 [A dude on the smaller side of the spectrum, or more average, at around 5'6" with a thin, lanky body. Drake's hair is pitch black, and he tends to keep it on the longer side so that it just barely falls over the top of his stormy gray eyes. He's on the tanner side, and usually N/A | Misthallow | Resident | None Mena Flores || Winona || Gender || 18 [description here; physical, personality (not required), history, etc. Literally anything you think is relevant. List your character's team by name, level, moves, and ability below their forms] N/A | Stormspire | Resident | Nope
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