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Aervana - A Declining World (OOC and Sign-Up)
Chevaleresse replied to Flux's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
Damnit, my character concepts were already used. I think I'll go for a berserker. -
Missing in action. Means you keep dropping off of the face of the earth for no apparent reason.
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Aervana - A Declining World (OOC and Sign-Up)
Chevaleresse replied to Flux's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
Reserved Name: Braius Race: Shantii Gender: Male Class: Berserker Description: Braius, at first, seems to be exactly what he looks like: a massive, boneheaded brute with more muscle than sense. Towering over even his fellow Shantii, he possesses a great deal of strength. However, his mind is as sharper than the blades of his katar, and he has an unusual taste for poetry. Braius does lack charisma and a bit of common sense, a combination that tends to land him in hot water. In battle, he wields two massive katar, preferring the sheer brutality of the weapons over more elegant alternative. In typical berserker fashion, he wears very little armor, and is rather fond of terrifying opponents with roaring battle cries. He has short, black hair with a warrior's knot in the back. He bears quite a few scars from his aggressive combat style, most notably one that runs across his nose and over his right eye. He likes to show off his chest, and will wait for any excuse to remove his shirt. He wears each scar with pride, except one in particular. Don't ask him about it. It's in a rather sensitive spot. He wears a pair of well worn and often patched pants, and he has some tribal tattoos on his back. -
Sarcus listened to Grace's tale. "I guess I don't really know what to say." He had never been very good at consoling people. He shifted awkwardly in his seat. The small Dark/Dragon-type on the table seemed to be looking at him. "I don't know what to do with you. It's not your fault your Trainer hasn't learned to handle you." He patted the Deino. "You gotta be nicer to people, bud. Dealing with your Trainer is already a pain," he said, chuckling. Sarcus turned back to Grace. "After Jake gets back, I'm heading to class early. I have to finish up a little work and ask Alina a couple questions. See you there."
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Sarcus noticed the angry Deino. Though he knew it couldn't see him, he stared it down. He turned to the unruly Pokemon's trainer. "Listen, Jake. I'm going to give you some advice from my father. Dragon-types are different. They respect strength. Fear them, and they will dominate you. A dragon needs to not only love you as a Trainer, but respect you as a worthy foe. Show them that YOU are in charge. Wear them down. Command them. This might sound harsh, but once you earn a Dragon-type's resoect, they will be the stanchest, most loyal companions you will ever have. " He looked about, feeling abashed. He really needed to stop giving impromptu speeches. "Now, I'm tired. Please rein your Pokemon in," he said, trying and failing to cover his self-consciosness.
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Might as well finish the day.
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Sarcus, after retrieving his meal, searched out Grace. He made his way over to her table, and sat heavily, a sigh escaping him. He waved hello to her, then turned to his food, eagerly wolfing it down. He might be tired, but he still ate like he would never eat again. Gallant walked up to Grace's Flabebe and seemed to start up a conversation. Blues stared at her Honedge for a moment, then sat next to it quietly. Beldum simply floated over and hovered near the pair. Absolution, after having his fill, tried to entice her Dratini into playing a game.
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Lets take a vote: Who wants to finish the day, and who wants to move on to Chapter 2 immediately with short summaries of how the rest of our days and the days leading up to the test went?
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Alright, since Pokelord is MIA (AGAIN), can we move the RP forward?
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I run gaming club on mondays after school, have fencing practice on tuesday, thursday, and friday, have knowledge bowl on tuesday and thursday, robotics on wednesday and thursday, and writers club on friday.
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I CAN SEE YOU GRASSSNAKE
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Actually, my first experience with roamers was Lati@s, so I guess it would be latiosing?
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Which pokemon do you fear most?
Chevaleresse replied to Absol-lutelty awesome!'s topic in General Discussion
Pokemon has some dark shit in it. -
gais stahp suicuning
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He gave Silver a respectful nod. "Thank you." He started to turn away. "I'll be training with Absolution if you need me," he said over his shoulder. "Miki, do you want to come with me, or find Flux first? If you come with me, I'll locate him after I stop by the weapons room, and then go train. Raito looks like he could use the training; he's got a lot of energy to burn."
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Yeah, but PLOT DEVICES!
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Something dramatic like a pokemon of his dying would be a pretty strong motivator for change, but I don't want any of them to die D:. I get attached to my characters.
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Hmm. I did kind of want to make him a Dragon Tamer eventually, but I don't know what to do with my team, or how to realistically change my team. (Plus, I like these guys. I wouldn't just hand them over to anyone.)
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The 'mence is pretty epic too. It grew wings because FUCK YOU GRAVITY.
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Good thing I chose the fastest evolving pseudo legendary. Also, I'm torn about what to do with Sarcus. Do I make his life pleasant and keep him more like myself, or do I make his life suck so he turns out to be a total badass?
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I don't get why Pawniard takes so long to evolve. Its stats aren't spectacular.
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My pokes aren't exactly fast growers either. . . Level 50 to Metagross, 52 to Bisharp. I can get Gallade at level 20 and Absol doesn't evolve, but still.
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You should make a section in the OP specifically for keeping track of teams. IIRC, Gallant is lvl 11, Absolution is 11, Blues is 7, and Beldum is 6. Also, how is Deino level 11?
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sorreh I was busy, now I'm available.
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Sarcus watched a few people make attempts, with varying amounts of success. Eventually, it passed around it him. He stood up with a grunt, grabbed the blades, and walked over to the area in front of the target. Let's go about this intelligently. He practiced the motion a few times, getting a feel for the weapon. He sighted down the kunai as if it was a rifle, trying to get his angle right. When the teacher glared at him, he threw. The blade sailed through the air, straight at the target. . . and clattered to the ground two feet in front of it, sliding across the ground until it was underneath. The second flew far off course, nearly shaving a distracted student's hair. Alright, one more shot. He snapped his wrist, barely thinking about the action. The blade landed dead center, hitting with a solid thunk. He smiled in self-satisfaction, and sat back down.