Chevaleresse

Gallant (Gallade, M), level 21, Justified Absolution (Absol, M), level 22, Pressure Blues (Pawniard, M), level 21, Defiant Metang (Metang, X), level 21, Clear Body Chomp (Gible, F), level 9, Sand Veil Maximus Primary members: Tiberius (Arcanine, 25, M, Intimidate) Remia (Mightyena, 18, F, Moxie) Ignatius (Combusken, 19, M, Blaze) Argentia (Aron, 18, F, Rock Head) Celeste (Feebas, 5, F, Swift Swim)

Max looked back at Sonny sullenly. He put his hand in his pocket, then stuck it straight out, toward Tiberius. "Return," he said in a neutral tone. The canine Pokémon kept his stare even as he was returned to his Pokeball. Max then turned away from Sonny and walked out the door, shoulders slumped. "Not again. . ." he murmured. As soon as he got out into the hall, he let his entire team out. He carried his Feebas down the hall with one arm, using the other to stroke Tiberius's mane. They did their best to ignore the existence of Sarcus and his team as they disappeared down the hall, his brisk pace a sharp contrast to Max's own dejected shuffle.

anyway, waiting on someone to move the rp forward

not really, I'm just touchy when it comes to my intellect

I have an unusual sense of humor. I laugh my ass off at things that people just look at me oddly for.

I have a tested IQ of over 150.

>the joke >your head

Sonny is pretty trigger-happy when it comes to detention.

Sarcus made a small choking noise. Detention? He didn't get detention. Ever. And for what? Defending himself? He looked at Sonny with a mixture of questioning and suppressed anger, let Maximus have a look with much less of the former and much more of the latter, and stalked out of the room, nearly bowling over another student he hadn't noticed. Gallant gave Sonny a brief examination, questing with the senses of his prior forms. Sensing his humor, the Pokémon shrugged and followed his trainer. Metang glanced about, xyr metal face unreadable, and went the way of Gallant. Absolution rapped Chomp sharply on the head, stunning the small Pokémon. He glared at the combative pair, and raised his paw again. The two shuffled out the door, the Dark type keeping an eye on them. -------------------------- Maximus gave Sonny an incredulous look. "Why? What the- what did I do? It's that stupid Metang that almost ran me over in the hall; why am I in trouble?" The assignment he had come here for was forgotten entirely. His Arcanine - the only Pokemon he kept out - mirrored his feelings, growling threateningly at the human who had offended his Trainer.

Long post? Long post.

Maximus ducked out of the academy for a break. He had a free period before lunch, so he had decided to head home for a bit. He had been thinking about expanding his team, and figured he might want to ask his grandmother about it. When he arrived, however, no one was home. There was a good-size package on the plain, wooden table. It was labelled with his name, and a small note was attached. It read simply, "From Dad. Hope you like it." Max smiled. This wasn't a rare occurrence, but it still connected him to his father. He often sent gifts, usually a new Devon product. Max folded the note, setting it to the side, then started tearing the packaging off of his gift. In short order, the plain box sat open on the table, revealing its contents. Max looked over the brand new fishing rod, the shaft festooned with Devon logos. He grinned excitedly. He knew exactly what he was going to do with it. These things were supposed to be able to pull in Wailmer; surely he could catch another member for his team. Fishing pole slung over a shoulder, he headed down to the river, where he begun his search. He quickly learned that fishing wasn't just about the rod. He tried hundreds of spots, each time coming up with nothing. The rod had sensors that indicated the locations of fish, so he knew it wasn't just a lack of patience. He sat dismally, rod loosely held in one hand as he stared at his watch. His free period was winding down, and he hadn't even grabbed lunch yet. His stomach groaned, and he sighed heavily. Suddenly, the fishing rod twitched, and nearly slid into the river before Max dove on top of it. Expecting a struggle, he heaved backward. This resulted in a quick tumble to the ground, along with a flying fish colliding with his face after a short delay. At first he mistook it for a bit of weed, until it started flopping about. He worried that the fish would suffocate, until he realized it was, in fact, a Pokémon. It was really quite pathetic looking, but he decided immediately to keep it. Maybe it was the amount of time it had taken to obtain, but he was endeared to the poor thing. He pulled out his Pokedex, registering his catch. He was informed that it was a female. "Hello, Celeste. How are you doing?" She didn't answer, preferring to flop about. "Well, I can't really leave you like this. " He pulled out a Net Ball and stored the Feebas inside. Glancing at his watch again, he quickly started a brisk jog back to the school. When he arrived, he remembered that he needed to turn a late assignment in to Draco. He turned down a long hallway, heading to the history room. However, he was nearly swept off of his feet by a flash of blue. He let out a shout as he fought to keep his balance. The culprit turned into the classroom before he could get a good look. Max ran forward into the room angrily. "Hey, that wasn't cool," he started, before locking eyes with his assailant. A Metang stared back at him. He only knew of one trainer here who had a Beldum, which meant. . . "Sarcus. Could you control your Pokémon? That thing almost killed me just now. " ------------- "I see," Sarcus mused. He had never liked the idea of confining his partners. After all, Sarcus didn't like the idea of being sealed inside a tiny ball. Still, he had to do what he had to do. "I'll think about that next time he acts up." Max burst into the room, and said his piece. Sarcus didn't appreciate the affront to his Pokemon and his ability as a Trainer. "That thing? That's my friend you're talking about. Perhaps you should pay attention to your surroundings, instead of walking around with your head in the clouds," he said dismissively, waving his hand at him.

Acqui scares me.

Mind if Max gets a Feebas

I actually kind of like Diantha's design. Haven't played X/Y yet, so I can't speak for anything else. Also, poor Wallace. He gets no love.

After collecting his books, Sarcus considered taking Sonny up on his offer. A little advice couldn't hurt, after all. However, Sonny only trained Normal types; a stark contrast to his two problem Pokémon, the aggressive Gallant and unruly Chomp. He walked up to Sonny, having made a decision. "Ah, I'm not entirely certain you can help," he started, fiddling nervously with his braces. He wasn't comfortable talking with the relatively unfamiliar Trainer, and his start wasn't the best. "But do you think you could help me out with Gallant? I appreciate his concern for me, but he hardly obeys me any more. It's gotten to the point of him attacking other trainers in the hall because they looked at me strangely. " He tended to draw looks, mostly due to his unusual appearance and refusal to keep his partners in Pokeballs unless absolutely necessary. "I feel like I'm neglecting my team because I spend so much time managing him." Gallant looked at him sharply, but said nothing. Absolution looked up from grooming himself momentarily, then resumed his ministrations. Blues and Chomp were having a small scuffle that Sarcus didn't notice. Suddenly, he heard a yelp from outside the classroom. A metallic blue figure that Sarcus recognized after a brief moment floated in. "Beldum? Good to see you back. " "Metang," the Steel type replied telepathically. "As you can see, we have transcended the form of Beldum. "

What's Sonny's team again?

Thread is a work in progress; please don't post in it until I'm done. Bring up questions and such in the RP Chat Thread or a private message. So, what's a Mary Sue? The answer can vary, as there are many kinds of Sue. The best general definition I've come up with is that a Mary Sue is a character that is too perfect, too influential. This doesn't perfectly fit, but it will suffice for now. You haven't answered the question. What makes a character a Mary Sue? Lots of things can make a character a Sue, but the most important thing is that the character is highly improbable in the given universe. It's a combination of factors that create the monstrosity known as Mary Sue. I'll list these later. So why is Mary Sue bad? Mary Sues are toxic, whether they occur in a roleplay, fan fiction, or original fiction. Firstly, they're unrealistic. No one can relate to a character who is absolutely perfect. Second, the character is just plain not interesting. Mary Sue is perfect, so she can't develop. She doesn't change over the course of a story; she remains a constant spot of irritating perfection. Third, and most relevantly to this forum, Mary Sue commands all attention. She can do everything better than everyone else, so any other characters are relegated to cheerleading on the sidelines. You haven't said anything specific about what makes a Sue. Well, there are a lot of things that can contribute. I'll list the most relevant ones. Mary Sue has no flaws. Any flaws she might have are just hidden advantages. Many Mary Sues have unusually colored hair or eyes, especially for their universe. Most anime is exempt, with many canon characters having highly unrealistic hair colors naturally. Eyes, on the other hand, are not usually exempt. Violet eyes, while cool (and possible in real life) are a big one, followed closely by multicolored eyes. Katanas or other setting-inappropriate weapons. Especially dual-wielded weapons, which is highly impractical in real life for most weapons. Peasants don't dual wield katanas. Samurai didn't use claymores. People fall in love with Mary Sue for no particular reason, even if she's mean or even cruel to them from the reader's perspective. For this forum in particular, and I believe it's been mentioned before, the ability to talk to animals (or Pokemon.) While appropriate in certain settings, normal people can't talk to animals. Pokemon are a bit less of a stretch, and some are actually shown to talk to humans, but there is only one canon character who can talk to any Pokemon. Being closely related to a canon character, especially if Sue would be a strong influence on that person. If Cynthia had an older sister, she probably would have mentioned her at this point, especially if she was a strong influence. To be blunt, she's always smoking hot, or at least cute, regardless of the situation. Wash her down a sewage pipe? Disheveled beauty with surprisingly little smell. Everyone who says anything bad about Mary Sue ends up with some sort of misfortune befalling them, or the mere fact that they insult her is used to show how bad of a person they are. What, so I can't make my character special? Of course you can. An interesting character always has something remarkable about them, whether it's an ability to remain beautiful at all times, unusual perseverance, or unusually colored eyes. The real thing that makes a Mary Sue is a combination of factors, including an author's unwillingness to see the issue inherent to said character. How do I make sure my character isn't a Sue, then? Well, for one, people will let you know. Second, there's a reason that a lack of meaningful flaws is listed as the biggest factor in creating a Sue. Real people have flaws. So should your characters. Your character is unusually good-looking? Maybe they're extremely vain. Maybe they focus on their appearance to cover up deeper insecurities. Good at reading people and knowing the right thing to say? Maybe the character is actually very manipulative. Maybe they're nosy and cant keep out of people's business. Mary Sue isn't interesting because she doesn't have real flaws to balance out her abilities.

Hmm. I say treecko.

Thinking of posting a thread about Mary Sues and the associated dangers.

Dead section is dead.