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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Sun, 27/06/2021 04:01 (4 Years ago)
Hopping down from the chariot, Ibaraki stumbled and fell as shaking knees failed the child. The heavy fabric and rattling motions had done more than enough to make the child nauseated and it didn't help that the capital workers didn't pay the child much mind. Resolutely getting back up, Ibaraki waved away any attempts at help. it would be okay, Ibaraki wouldn't cry. It didn't hurt that much. Or at least that was what the child repeated as stumbling steps carried Ibaraki towards the rooms. All the child wanted was just to sleep, too tired to keep up appearances by covering up the grotesque exposed flesh. At least Ibaraki remembered to bid Cree goodnight, totting over to give one spindly arm a firm hug. "Goodnight, Cree. Rest well. Tomorrow, let us do our best." With that earnest wish out of the way, Ibaraki quickly skittered away to find the assigned room, already feeling heavy eyelids drooping.

Here lay the problem, however. Ibaraki didn't know how to read. Yes, Dad gave lots and lots of cool lessons on lots of stuff but reading lessons were never part of the home curriculum. So instead Ibaraki had to meekly ask another capital worker to show the child the assigned room. Imagine Ibaraki's shock, however, when the room was already occupied with a weird looking man with a mop of brown hair. Golden eyes widened in surprise and with a squeaked out apology, Ibaraki quickly closed the door. Leaning against the wood with heavy panting breaths, the child looked around wildly. Did the servant get the room wrong? Gnawing on a lip, Ibaraki cautiously stepped away from the door, eyes still scanning the hallway for anyone who could possibly help in this unprecedented situation.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Sat, 26/06/2021 22:07 (4 Years ago)
Even with the reassurance, Ibaraki didn't seem quite convinced. But at least the growling stopped as the child finally spoke. "Y-you are not going to bully Cree right, ma'am? If you do, you are going to regret it and I will commit def- de- I will un-window you if you do ma'am!" Defenestration. That was the word Ibaraki was looking for but the rush of adrenaline made finding accurate vocabulary to express the threat properly quite difficult. It didn't help that Ibaraki insisted on calling Tayla "ma'am", the added layer of formality almost comedic amongst the threats. The angry look that was given really didn't help as Ibaraki's eyes flickered over to Charlie. That was the other kid Ibaraki's age and a scowl flickered for a moment. Before anything more could be said, however, the group was ushered into chariots. Resolving to keep a close eye on Tayla and Charlie, Ibaraki was herded into a chariot. It was kind of scary to be riding in it and Ibaraki kept a white knuckled grip on the edge of the cart, not that one could tell with the sleeves covering said hands. The presidents speech didn't quite register in the child's mind, the boring words going through one ear and exiting out the other.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Sat, 26/06/2021 21:20 (4 Years ago)
To Ibaraki who definitely wasn't listening into the conversation (what find of friend listened to other friend's conversations?) the gesture towards the child was all that was needed. Scampering forward, Ibaraki stumbled to a stop between Cree and Tayla, teeth barred in a cute but undeniably threatening manner. The low growl that rumbled past the small chest though was anything but cute as narrowed eyes observed the newcomer warily. Ibaraki's hands had dropped down to spread out in front of Cree in a hilarious attempt to protect the other, but the exposed flesh gave the almost innocent action a bit more weight. No words were spoken but perhaps none was needed as the hostility that practically radiated off Ibaraki was enough to get the message across. Though it did sort of feel like getting threatened by a Pomeranian.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Sat, 26/06/2021 20:29 (4 Years ago)
There was a rippling cry around Ibaraki and the child quickly turned around to try and find the source, the familiar situation building up again. Sure enough if one looked, there stood Cree, and although what emotion the other was feeling was practically unreadable, Ibaraki rushed over as fast as possible, tripping a few times over unfamiliar shoes and terrain. A small mouth opened to call for safety but the jaw immediately snapped close when seeing an unfamiliar figure approach Ibaraki's friend. A multitude of thoughts went through the child's head at that moment. Was this tribute being mean to Cree? Did Ibaraki need to step in and chase away the mean tribute? Was the tribute going to hurt Cree?! Each thought just got progressively worse but Ibaraki didn't dare step forward, lingering back to observe with shaking knees. For all the desire to step in that the child had, to make good on the promises made, Ibaraki was also quite conscious that if the fabric covered arms ever dropped down from their place by Ibaraki's cheeks, a lot of staring would be garnered and Ibaraki hated it when adults tried to be nice and ask what was wrong with the child's face when Nothing was wrong! What's so wrong about being different?

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Sat, 26/06/2021 11:54 (4 Years ago)
The moment the train stopped, blue eyes fluttered open and Molly rose from his seat where he had been dozing. Well rested and ready to face the capital, Molly believed that he could take on anything that the world had to throw at him. And then he was promptly whsiked away into a cart where his stylist proudly displayed what she had in mind for him. "I am not going out there looking like I walked straight out of Bram Stoker's Dracula." He deadpanned, glaring at the ruffled whites and tight leather. The plunging neckline had no signs of stopping and Molly was fairly sure he didn't even have the right body to fit that image. He was a doctor's assistant, not a body builder. His stylist grumbled something about young people not getting fashion at all but begrudgingly threw in a stylish black jacket to be worn over the shoulders like a cape, making the ensemble at least presentable enough that Molly let himself be prepared for the parade. It took quite a while, the make up team taking the time to fully perfect his face with powers, shades, and products that Molly was half convinced they were all making up, but by the time he stepped out, he looked... Not like a hooker. He actually looked remarkably normal if one was a capital citizen. Well, it wasn't the worst look ever, he supposed.


Swinging their joined hands together, Ibaraki couldn't wipe the childish grin that had taken up residence on aching lips, the force of smiling so much foreign and new. That soon fell, however, when the capital speed into sight and soon everyone was hauled away by their stylists. "Bye bye, Cree." Ibaraki said mournfully, one sleeve flopping back and forth in a miniature gesture of a goodbye as they were separated. Ibaraki's stylist seemed a bit displeased but hurried the child along to the train meant just for Ibaraki. It was quite odd to see all the hustle and bustle, never before having been surrounded by so many different types of fabric. It was enough to make Ibaraki's head spin. It was way too much and in the end Ibaraki simply let the strangers push and pull the shock pliant body around as they wished. In the end, what stumbled out was a completely different looking creature that Ibaraki couldn't quite tell who it was, looking back in the mirror.

With the heavy layers of fabric removed, one could tell exactly how small and underfed the child was, the white dress shirt and dark blue vest only accenting the much too thin shape. Neatly pressed dress pants with Chelsea boots finished off the look. But perhaps the part that Ibaraki liked the best about the weird new outfit was the separate sleeves hastily added after the designers took one look at the child's uncovered hands. It was fastened to a loop on the upper arm and drawn tight around it, the navy fabric matching the vest as it fell over Ibaraki's hands. On the horn like growths, a swirling sea of seashells adorned them, twisting around the two nubs and trailing into the fluffy mane of hair. The silver locks themselves where twisted into a low ponytail, bangs braided back to show off slightly pointed ears. Ibaraki could certainly pass for being normal if one simply ignored the striking black sclera but with silver bangs pinned back, one could now see how the skin surrounding Ibaraki's cheeks had been peeled away only revealing firm muscle, eerie and a bit grotesque. An unfortunate byproduct of the cursed blood but with the current ensemble Ibaraki wore, it only enhanced the look further. But it seemed quite obvious that Ibaraki wasn't used to the exposed flesh being visible to everyone else, the sight hidden behind navy fabric as Ibaraki held tiny hands up to keep others attention off of it.

Legs unused to the formal shoes stumbled out of the train and Ibaraki looked around a bit desperately, wanting to find something similar or safe to hide behind. Everything felt all too new and overwhelming, even other tributes were terrifying. But the worst part was that outfit simply felt too revealing despite showing very little skin and Ibaraki couldn't wait for this to be over soon.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Fri, 25/06/2021 23:21 (4 Years ago)
There was a quizzical look shot at the outstretched hand, head tipped in pondering. Was... Ibaraki supposed to do something? As the child puzzled over the meaning of such an action, Ibaraki was reminded of the city streets where parents would hold children's hands, leading them through the winding streets. Was that what Cree wanted to do? But Ibaraki was already 12, practically all grown up! Dad had said that there wasn't any need for a grown up to do such things. But it would be nice to hold someone's hand... Hesitantly, Ibaraki raised one hand before pausing. If the two of them were to hold hands, that would mean having to move the voluminous sleeve out of the way and Dad had reminded Ibaraki time and time again to hide away the ugly things like Ibaraki's hands. The horn growths too but those were harder to hide and Dad said that he didn't mind them. Always said that they reminded him of Mom. But as it stood, the child was torn between two decisions. To take Cree's hand or follow Dad's instructions and keep the ugly things hidden, what a dilemma. But Ibaraki was a very smart child and knew how to think outside the box. So with a bit of wriggling and the fluff that ran around the trim of the jacket smushed into a face that had yet to loose it's baby fat, Ibaraki very proudly grabbed Cree's hand, the soft fabric of the sleeve still flopped over the inhuman hand. That way, both objectives could be meet and everyone was happy!

Even through the fabric, Ibaraki could still grip the hand quite tightly, delighting in the new experience. The hand wasn't like a normal human hand but that was okay, it was still very nice to hold onto. Giving Cree a delighted little giggle, all thoughts of the area promptly left Ibaraki's mind again. After all, what was there to worry about when Ibaraki finally made a friend?

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Fri, 25/06/2021 21:32 (4 Years ago)
All the air seemed to deflate from Ibaraki's sails the moment the arena was mentioned, so caught up in trying to make sense of the new and confusing environment that their impending doom had all but escaped from the child's memory. "Ah, um If you do not mind? I would like to stay with you! I might not look like it but I am very very strong! You will not regret this, I promise!" The were a little chuckle, covered up by the pale sleeve, eyes observing Cree again in a new light. "You may look scary but you are very kind, Cree." The urge to reach out and touch Cree was there yet remembering how the other had his own secrets that he wished to keep, Ibaraki settled for giving the biggest smile possible. To be honest, the stillness was slightly unnerving, as if Ibaraki's conversation partner wasn't another person but a corpse. To have someone who seemed almost dead reanimated at certain times really startle the poor child form time to time.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Fri, 25/06/2021 10:08 (4 Years ago)
Tottering after Cree, Ibaraki didn't quite know how to interpret the silence so instead settled for following the lumbering goliath. As small legs struggled to keep up with the inhuman strides that it chased after, Ibaraki leaned down to experimentally poke at the corpse. It was squishy like a normal human body yet it had more give than normal. Probably because it was already starting to decompose. Ibaraki briefly wondered if it would be okay to eat before throwing that idea away. It probably wouldn't taste any good. Gazing at the path Cree was going to take, it didn't take a genius to figure out the other's motive and Ibaraki couldn't really understand the reason for having to hide the body. Cree didn't do anything wrong. But he was going to throw it away for some reason that Ibaraki couldn't quite fathom just yet. "Can I help or should I just leave? I know I can be annoying and loud and talk a lot but if you want I can help! I am strong and can lift a lot of things, I can also keep secrets and not tell people stuff." The child asked earnestly, small legs hurrying to catch up and walk beside Cree, the action repeating every few seconds as Cree's longer footsteps outpaced Ibaraki's jogging.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Fri, 25/06/2021 06:10 (4 Years ago)
There was only a solemn nod of understanding. Secrets, afer all, were a very big deal. Every one had a secret and it was very very rude of people to see other people's secrets without permission. In Ibaraki's mind, Cree was entirely justified in the action and the child couldn't see anything wrong with protecting one's secrets. And although Ibaraki couldn't deny a burning curiosity to see what lay beneath the mask, if it was a secret then prying would be strictly off the table. One clawed finger emerged from the billowing sleeve that obscured most of the child's form and pressed against thin and chapped lips. "I will not tell anyone." Came the promise before Ibaraki hastily pulled the fabric of the jacket over the demonic finger, hiding it away from view. "Oops. You did not see that, nope. Got to keep the ugly things hidden. That is what Dad always says." Clambering up onto slightly wobbling feet, Ibaraki gave a bright grin as if to chase away any of the unpleasant topics that came before hand. "Anyway, are you hungry? Would you like anything to eat? I saw some tasty looking food while coming here."

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Fri, 25/06/2021 05:12 (4 Years ago)
There was a nod of understanding as Ibaraki's eyes wandered over the grotesque visage of shifting joints and limbs. "Just Cree then." came the agreement and the child shuffled around to sit comfortably as possible on the frankly uncomfortable train floor. A golden gaze flickered over to the mangled corpse in the corner, a raised eyebrow taking in the scene. It was no less horrifying than the sight before the child and yet there was no sign of anything other than friendly goodwill on Ibaraki's face. "Are you okay? I heard a scream. Was the Peacekeeper being mean to you?" There was an almost childlike innocence as each question was posed, but behind the question was an almost perceptive gaze. It wasn't just a question for the sake of conversation, it was one meant to gently coax out information. Despite how outwardly unphased Ibaraki seemed however, there was a bit of fear rolling in the child's stomach, an instinctual feeling when confronted with a being that for once, seemed more terrifying than the curse dwelling in Ibaraki's blood.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Fri, 25/06/2021 00:55 (4 Years ago)
Wandering though the carts as quietly as possible, ducking past patrolling peacekeepers and keeping out of sight, Ibaraki was able to evade notice as the child snuck through the train. Throughout the perilous journey, Ibaraki also saw other tributes that mostly ignored the child who darted in and out too quickly for them to really make any comments about it. It seemed like tributes were more or less grouped together in specific carts and while it made Ibaraki uneasy, the child didn't linger on the thought and continued forward to find the source of the cry. Perhaps the answer was found when Ibaraki pressed a pointed ear against a door and faint whimpers could be heard. A frown marred the childs face and small hands very carefully opened the door, peeking in to make sure that the coast was clear. When it seemed okay, Ibaraki gingerly slipped in, making sure to close the door quietly before surveying the carnage. On one side there was a mangled corpse but Ibaraki had seen enough of those to not be phased. What really drew the child's attention was the curled up mass on the other side. It took Ibaraki a moment to connect the dots, recognizing the mass as the conversation partner during the reaping.

"Um, Mister Cree, sir. Are you alright?" Ibaraki ventured, crawling forward so that Tragedy was in full view yet far enough to give the other some space.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Thu, 24/06/2021 08:09 (4 Years ago)
There was a distressed cry as Molly's elder sister was held back by peacekeepers, her pale hands reaching out. Molly only smiled. A wave was all that he gave before he was pulled away, not needing that grace of goodbye. His Mom and Sister might not understand, but Mother always did. He was her son after all, the one who would take over the family business and was her family even if it was only dictated by an ink scrawl. This was his chance to finally save people and even if in the end it would be meaningless, he would still die fulfilled. Was it selfish of him? Probably but what was life if not a series of selfish decisions? Stepping onto the train, Molly entered a cart where two people were huddled together, talking in hushed tones. Turning his back to them, he took a seat furthest from them and closed his eyes. There was very little for him to do on this train so he mind as well get some sleep in before arriving at the capital.
"W-wait, you c-can not do this! Let me say goodbye to Dad! You can not do this to him!" Ibaraki cried, wrenching out of the peacekeeper's grasp. Ducking underneath feet and scampering around grabbing hands, the child managed to make it within reaching distance of a man with an almost vacant look in his eyes before a peacemaker finally managed to grab Ibaraki by the back of the raggedy jacket.
"We can and we are." The capital worker grunted, nearly loosing his grip on the child as Ibaraki struggled to reach what could be assumed to be the child's father. It was only through Ibaraki's power that this was possible as the two parties were at a stalemate. As more peacekeepers came in to deal with the situation, a clawed hand was raised poised and ready to fight its way to freedom. Before it could do any damage, however, the back of a gun cracked against the owner of the claw's head as Ibaraki slumped over in a daze. "Finally. Jesus Christ...."
Picking up Ibaraki like a cat, the peacemaker made his way over to the train, throwing the final tribute in. Tumbling in, Ibaraki seemed to rouse from the momentary stun as bare feet scrambled to the door. The child could only look on forlornly as the train speed away towards the capital, unable to even say any final goodbyes. Again sleeved hands came up to stifle growing sobs but there was no stopping the loud cry that echoed hauntingly through the carriages. Or was that really Ibaraki? The fluffy mane of white hair shot up, golden eyes staring at the direction of the scream. Shakily standing up (when had Ibaraki even fallen?), the child began to shakily stumble towards the source of the sound.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Thu, 24/06/2021 01:43 (4 Years ago)
A gust of whispered air crawled over Ibaraki's skin, making the child squeak in surprise. It was high and breathy, almost inaudible above the crowds as Ibaraki skittered away from the one who had spoken. The pale white mask that greeted Ibaraki had the child startling and a second squeak was clamped down as sleeved hands came up to cover the slack jawed surprise. "Um, are you perhaps talking to me, sir?" Ibaraki ventured, golden eyes flickering around to see if there was anyone else to address. Of course there wasn't any, the others focused on the macabre festivities that continued on stage. "Well it would be awfully rude to not reply even if you weren't talking to me. Well I am-"
"Ibaraki Douji"
The declaration of a familiar name spoken by an unfamiliar voice had the child stiffening. From a young age, Ibaraki was taught to not answer to strangers but well.... that rule had already been broken when speaking to the masked figure. When the name was repeated once again, Ibaraki glanced around frantically, fingers clenching and unclenching along the seams of the coat draped around thin shoulders. "Ah, well that would be me... I suppose.... I have to go.... stay safe Mister." Fear was almost dripping off the trembling voice but Ibaraki still scurried forth, a brief wave spared to Cree as the child ducked between people with mumbled apologies. As Ibaraki neared the stage, the sight of someone else around the same age provided very minimal comfort as the sheer height difference between Ibaraki and the other tributes only emphasized how young Ibaraki really was.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Wed, 23/06/2021 20:21 (4 Years ago)
Ibaraki disliked cramped places. Perhaps it came to no surprise to anyone who so much as looked at the young child. The short stature Ibaraki sported along with the more inhuman appearance was already cause for others to push the child around, but cramped places were almost always blisteringly hot. With the added heat in the air, the fire running through Ibaraki's veins was near unbearable, the light sheen of sweat beading over pale skin and a lightly heaving chest the only indicator of such pain. The child was jostled and bumped around, indigent cries ignored as other tribute candidates paid no mind, only intent on grabbing a good view to watch the proceedings. With a muted cry, Ibaraki was shoved near the back, small legs stumbling to regain some semblance of dignity. It failed spectacularly as Ibaraki landed on already bruised knees, a wince all that showed of the frustration coursing alongside cursed blood. Gingerly standing up, Ibaraki brushed off the sullied clothes as male names were called up one by one like a death call, each syllable the toll of a bell that signaled the end. At least here in the back no one was trying to shove the child so Ibaraki hurriedly moved to hide among the taller bodies and blend in with the crowd. Though Ibaraki didn't really have to try that hard when beside the child was a slouching giant which drew much of the attention anyways.
Another name called and another name closer to safety. Molly disliked thinking as such but it was true. All he had to do was survive this last reaping and he would be safe, never again called upon to participate in this blood sport. Not that he minded being called upon, gladly taking the chance to make the games less bloody than before with his talent for healing. Perhaps it was fate but as that thought escaped his mind, the next name called upon was surprisingly familiar.
"Chrysomallys Athamas" The announcer stumbled over the unfamiliar syllables and completely butchered his family name but Molly accepted it with a peaceful smile. Silently climbing up on stage, he took his place with the other tributes. Unlike the rest, there was no word of protest or need for prompting as he stood beside a boy with infected flesh. Worry ran through his mind but he wisely kept his mouth shut and eyes forward as the reaping proceeded.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Wed, 23/06/2021 03:40 (4 Years ago)
Molly's day started with the sun, rising as it crested over the hills. Rolling out of bed was easy enough and the alarm would be silenced before it could even ring, a soft stretch matching the growing light outside given to kick start the day. A splash of cold water had blue eyes fluttering open to take in the image in the mirror. A boy with cotton candy hair stared back and Molly gently pulled up his pastel dyed hair into a loose braid. Some of the pale blond roots were beginning to show and Molly made a note to touch up the dye at a later date. With his appearance all fixed up, Molly wandered downstairs, waving to his older sister as she headed upstairs after her shift at the family clinic. The sun rose as the youngest child of the family business set about cleaning the various tools of the trade, both physical and mental. The only sounds that filled the mostly empty clinic was the clinking of metal instruments and the turn of a page. It was still early enough in the morning that no customers would arrive, the quiet atmosphere a perfect theater for the boy to simply study.

Soon the city itself began to come to life, the clamoring of voices rising as people made their way to whatever destination their lives dictated them to go. This too was a familiar sound, the lively bustle an alarm for the boy to raise his head and anticipate the coming customers. And come they did, each request so different yet so similar. As the morning bustle reached its peak, Molly's mother came down the stairs with her white coat pressed neatly and medical knowledge resting on the tip of her tongue. The two set to work, handling all maters of situations. From an older lady who complained about her joints to a young boy who had scraped his knees, the two sent each customer off with a smile. It wasn't easy, per say, of course there were those who were difficult. Yet the morning passed in a blur that Molly could hardly remember. The next thing he knew it, his mother was herding him upstairs as she urged him to go change in preparation for the reaping. Molly didn't see the appeal of it frankly and would be content with simply not watching the games at all. His mother always said that he had a bleeding heart and it was true. Seeing those injured and killed without a second thought from wounds that could have been treated with medical help was agonizing and he despised the commercialized glorification of such a deed.

Regardless, Molly agreed and wrapped himself in the most presentable clothes he owned. A white frilled dress shirt and high waist pants along with a bow that matched his hair tie was what he opted for in the end. His sister laughed at him for his ensemble as was mandated of their sibling relationship and in return Molly pointed out that she was wearing mismatched socks. It was an easy routine to fall into as his Mom came down to herd her two children out the door, the three of them dressed in more or less matching outfits. Mother was left to man the clinic as they set off, chatting amicably as they made their way down to the reaping. The chatter trailed off however, as they arrived at the venue itself, the three sticking close to each other as they were let in. Though for the most oddest reason, both Molly's sister and Mom were barred entrance, only Molly being allowed to pass. There was a confused blink before Molly assured his family that he would be fine before proceeding. That encounter, however, stayed in the boy's mind as he took a place at the edge of the crowd.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Wed, 23/06/2021 02:03 (4 Years ago)
Name: Chrysomallys "Molly" Athamas
Character's appearance: (x)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Status: Alive
Power: Control of fibers, particularly those used in clothes making
Was your character picked or volunteered: Picked
What did your character do for a living before the Hunger Games: Assistant Doctor at the family clinic
Anything extra: Stranded

Name: Ibaraki Douji
Character's appearance: (x)
Age: 12
Gender:
Status: Alive
Power: Infernal Hellfire
Within Ibaraki's blood dwells a hellish power. Perhaps the most striking thing about the condition is the increased amount of oxygen that can be carried through Ibaraki's veins. With this trait, Ibaraki's muscles are much stronger than average paired with a monsterous amount of stamina though the downside of such physical prowess comes at the cost of increased oxygen intake to simply function. Another perk of this power is the ability to shapeshift. This manifests primarily as the horn like growths atop Ibaraki's head but feats such as changing appearances, genders, and species are doable but require much more energy the greater the change. As the name suggests, because of the immense power that this skill has it is quite painful to live with as the enhanced blood quite literally feels like being burned alive. With great power comes great responsibility and this is natures way of reminding Ibaraki.
Was your character picked or volunteered: Picked
What did your character do for a living before the Hunger Games: Homeschooled
Anything extra: Theoretically if you removed all of Ibaraki's blood then the power would be removed as well but Ibaraki would be dead anyways
Stranded

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Fri, 11/06/2021 03:35 (4 Years ago)
A narrowed gaze was shot Onerio's way but Alaparos turned back to the group though one eye was kept on the crow like creature. "So a key player in our plan may very well be this snakefolk. Apologies but I don't believe we ever got your name. Thank you for stepping up for me back there." He spoke to Vale, bowing as best as he could while on the chair. The smooth pane of his mask was snugly back on, tongue smooth and diplomatic as he fidgeted slightly nervously. He almost shyly glanced at each member of their party, gauging their moods. They all seem relatively well disposed for now, willing to talk and co-operate among each other. That was good. He would have hated for his own outburst to have shattered the tentative alliance between them. Eyre also raised a good point and he nodded along to the sea goat's assessment, though they didn't have nearly enough information at this point to make any concrete speculations. "We could err on the side of caution and assume all those who have made negative headlines are potential curse bearers." Guilty until proven innocent that was the approach Alaparos' suggestion aligned with.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Fri, 11/06/2021 02:49 (4 Years ago)
Above the howl of the winds and the whipping waves, Laplace could hear the faint cries of other pokemon as they were tossed around the waves. It couldn't save all of them, it knew that on an intimate level as it lunged to retrieve a young Corphish that had fallen off an ice floe. There was only so much it could do and not everyone was lucky enough to be swept close enough for Laplace to save them. Though, if it did strain its ears, a desperate cry for help could be heard closer than the rest, the warbling voice lost amongst the waves. For the voice to be this close, it worried the Lapras slightly. The craggy outcropping it had chosen was perilous in this situation, the jutting rocks helping break some of the more violent waves yet it could also throw unsuspecting pokemon into dangerous terrain. Knowing that it would weigh on its consciousness if it didn't do anything, Laplace gently shook off the pokemon riding on its back onto a nearby floe and ducked under the frothing waves. Submerged in its habitat, the chaos still reigned as the push and pull of the erratic currents made a normally thoughtless action an active battle as Laplace's bulky form sliced through the turbulence of the sea.

Sharp eyes could make out a bobbing shape not too far from it, a pokemon struggling to stay afloat amongst the churning waves. Razor teeth snapped at a streaking pokemon that tumbled past it as the Lapras bobbed under the flailing shape before rising out of the water, letting the pokemon find refuge on its sturdy back. In its mouth was a poor Surskit and while Laplace couldn't quite see who was on its back, the wide brimmed lilly pad like growth on the top of his head told it all it needed to know. With two rescuees, now came the hard part. Actually making it back to the relative safety of Laplace's hideout.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Thu, 10/06/2021 23:30 (4 Years ago)
Route 126 had long since been Laplace's hunting grounds, a place for the proud pokemon to stretch its fins and fearlessly challenge anything that caught its eye. It was certainly not supposed to fight back! The transport pokemon was breathing heavily as the raging waves crashed into its sturdy body, throwing them against the rocks it had taken refuge in. Surrounding it were slabs of ice, floating above the sloshing waves as small pokemon clung onto the makeshift rafts for dear life. The heavy shell on its back held the same scenery, aquatic pokemon who were too weak to fight against the waves shielding themselves by pressing close to Laplace's knobed carapace. Another wave smashed against the large creature's face and Laplace sputtered in indignation, pulled away from the rocky crevice that it had taken shelter in and instead sent it hurtling into one of the many ice floes it had created. The jostle of pokemon cries above the roaring waves was annoying but Laplace stubbornly held on, the battering of the waves not deterring it in the slightest. The sea would surely calm down somewhat soon. Probably.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Thu, 10/06/2021 21:37 (4 Years ago)
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Character Name: Laplace
Character Pronouns: it/its, he/him
Character Level: 45
Character Species: Lapras
Current Moveset: Ice Beam | Body Slam | Brine | Water Pulse | Confuse Ray | Ice Shard | Life Dew | Mist | Sing | Water Gun | Growl
Held Item: None
Appearance: Although much of it's appearance is quite generic, Laplace sports a larger than normal shell as well as a sturdy body that is capable of carrying much more than the regular Lapras. Across it's body lies many criss crossing scars that speak to it's familiarity on the battle field
Personality: At any given time, Laplace appears to be your typical thug with a scowling face and imposing build. And that much is true. Laplace enjoys a good fight and is raring to go at a moment's notice but it still retains much of the characteristic gentle helpfulness of it's species. Perhaps it could be classified as a gentle giant if not for the fact that it is much more likely to freeze a pokemon in place and throw them over it's back then admit to helping others.
Other Information: Head empty one (1) thought
What's the Magic Word?: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

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