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Once OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Sun, 31/01/2021 11:04 (4 Years ago) |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Sat, 30/01/2021 22:00 (4 Years ago) |
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Name: Jack 'Jackie' Summers. Age: 17 Supplies: A rolling pin, a full bottle of water, a blanket and a rhinoceros stuffed animal, all of which she managed to stuff into a backpack. Personality: A harsh yet caring soul, Jack will not hesitate to correct any mistake made. She often finds herself in troubling situations because of this, but somehow manages to talk her way out, proving her wide intellectual range. She has very little patience; most things tend to annoy her, leaving her with a cold reputation. She lives a mediocre life at best, usually enduring homophobic and racial slurs each day. She approaches everything with a calm attitude, but when by herself allows the paranoia to creep up to her, which is why she carries a soft toy around with her. Appearance: Jack is a proud trans female, using the pronouns she / her, though she still keeps certain masculine aspects. She has a half-shaved head, which she obviously did herself, and the remaining hair is a dyed glossy black with magenta tips. She has four piercings on her left ear, a ring through her nostril and two rings around her lower lip. Her skin is dark, and could easily be compared to the bark of an oak. Her eyes are large and sapphire blue, often accompanied by eyeliner. She wears baggy clothes, occasionally with a belt secured over the top of everything around her waist, and is never seen separated from her beloved rhinoceros stuffed toy. [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Sat, 30/01/2021 14:48 (4 Years ago) |
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Character Name: Samuel 'Sam' / 'Sammy'. Legendary/Mythical selected: Hoopa (Confined), not in possession of Prison Bottle. Gender: Non-Binary; they / them. Age: 19 Appearance: [sorry for the terrible art. idek what's going on with their arms.]  Personallity: With a childish atmosphere and an immature mindset, Sam is what some would consider a toddler, despite being nearly twenty. It's hard to tell whether they're really a morbid pessimist or just have a rather dark sense of humour, what with them constantly looking for any mistakes hidden within the depths of victory. They care for those around them dearly, but rarely show this, preferring instead to act as if they hate everyone, criticising them at every possible opportunity. They very much enjoy practical jokes, as any Hoopa would, and often upset others without meaning to as a result of this. They're extremely awkward in these circumstances, not knowing how to take care of a weeping soul. Ability: Magician - This Pokémon steals the held item of a Pokémon it hits with a move. Alliance: Prisoner / Escapee Moveset: Confined: Hyperspace Hole || Shadow Ball || Psychic || Phantom Force Unbound: Hyperspace Fury || Psychic || Destiny Bond || Shadow Ball Show
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Character Name: Zaytiophilan [pronounced Zay - shoff - ill - an], but they go by 'Zae'. Legendary/Mythical selected: Zapdos Gender: Male Age: 22 Appearance:  Personallity: Zae has always been somewhat distant, with a mind that wanders easily and thoughts that are constantly afar. He prefers to remain unseen, offering ideas only when nobody else can. He is constantly doubting himself and others which has lead him to discover darker places, some of which have left him scarred. Despite his introverted demeanour, Zae will always stand up for what he believes, hiding a courageous heart within his quiet outer shell. Ability: Lightning Rod - only avaliable in certain generations. If not allowed, default to Static. Alliance: Prisoner / Escapee Moveset: Zap Cannon || Detect || Thunder || Rain Dance [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Mon, 25/01/2021 19:28 (4 Years ago) |
 A somewhat timid boy followed the group, now constantly looking behind himself. The encounter with 1 had been quite a shock to him; he wasn't expecting the Masked Man to send dogs on their trail with such haste. He didn't know what to think of the two treacherous Masked Man loyalists, though he did feel rather bad for the young man Mora had abandoned. He shouldn't dwell on it, though, for such ponderings could only lead to paranoia, as he had learned form various past experiences. Following the girls into what he had heard them call 'Star-bucks', Jonathan couldn't help but gasp. The numerous welcoming odours that hit him along with the beautifully organised treats made the shop into a heavenly place for Twelve, though by normal people's standards, it was an every day shop. Whilst Marusaki was practically robbing the boy, Jake decided he should have something to eat. This was a food shop, after all - he understood the 'food' part. The 'shop' part, not so much. He casually strolled up to the counter, walking directly past the queue, and picked up some sort of circular dough with small brown lumps in it. Seeing as the food here was apparently here for eating, he assumed it wasn't poisoned. Somehow managing to be noticed by nobody but a small child and its mother, who gasped and quickly told her child to look away, Jonathan returned to the group, taking a small bite from the treat. Compared to the food from the Community, this was heaven compressed into a single miraculous morsel. He now only nibbled at it, wanting to make it last longer, though he supposed there were always more on the rather low shelf. [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Mon, 25/01/2021 11:06 (4 Years ago) |
 The thundering footsteps of a beast proudly announced the approach of what could only have been a troll; a large one, judging by the vigorous shaking of the poorly designed buildings. Elzenwath the Large had trekked to Neutral Territory from the swamplands - a short and easy walk for those that had journeyed it before, as Elzenwath had many times. He was heading to the somewhat chaotic lands for trading, as his farming abilities had finally borne a round of perfect cabbages. These he lugged in a sack over his shoulder, the weight forcing a grunt from him with every step. As the first of the dank buildings came into view, the troll let loose a victory roar, putting on a sudden burst of speed. His yellow eyes scoured the roofs of the now multiplying structures, searching for any sign of unwelcoming defenses other than the people themselves. Upon finding none, he stomped towards the village, mumbling under his breath at the unfairness of the weight of cabbages. By themselves they weighed then to nothing in his mighty grasp, but when their numbers rose, the seemingly harmless vegetation could be unfortunately heavy. Continuing his tiring stagger towards the village, Elzenwath snarled. The place reeked of humans, most of whom he figured would attempt to harm him. Often, they threw rocks, but the troll managed to scare them away with as little as a glance. Perhaps this time, they would accept his physical - and mental - differences. [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Sat, 23/01/2021 10:00 (4 Years ago) |
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Still easily keeping pace with the heavy-armoured guard, Twelve continued his stealthy approach, his face now pulled into a mask of concentration. Another foot closer; the distance couldn't have been more than five feet now. Because his concentration was so ingrained on the guard, he didn't notice the clearing ahead of him, nor did he notice the bustle of whichever American state this was. It was for these reasons that as the guard came to an abrupt hault, Jonathan did not stop, and ended up tumbling over the guard in quite an undignified manner. Well, the guard was stunned, at least - giving Jake a chance to flee. He was up on his feet within the first second, only to find himself being approached by some sort of moving peice of metal. Mesmerised by the odd contraption, he found himself unable to move, so simply stood there as the car hurled towards him. Luckily, the driver had the presence of mind to stomp on the brakes, sparing Twelve's life. What on earth was this thing? A messenger, perhaps? He took a step towards it, before being confronted by the driver. A burly man with very little hair appeared from a swinging metal sheet on the size of the machine, and glared at him with such anger than Jonathan whimpered a little. "Watch it, jacka**!" The man shouted, before climbing back into his car, which then made a disturbing honking noise. Jonathan walked to the oppostie side of the road, and watched as the four-wheeled machine disappeared into the distance. It was at this moment that he noticed a group of girls, most of whom appeared to be looking at the world as if it were a completely new concept to them. He jogged over, forgetting the guard he had abandoned on the fringe of the forest. Once he had caught up, Jake trailed the group for a while, listening to them introducing themselves. He smirked a little; none of them had noticed him yet. "I'm Bob," he said, a smile crossing his face. He very much hoped that they took that as a joke, because his name was most definitely not Bob. [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Fri, 22/01/2021 17:28 (4 Years ago) |
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Twelve was now sprinting along with the group, keeping up with ease. What he significantly lacked on the brains side, he made up with physical attributes, such as speed. He leapt over a rotting log, his legs clearing it effortlessly, then continued to weave through the trees. He cast a glance to the rest of the group, to ensure that none had fallen behind. Unlike the others, Jonathan's thoughts were not preoccupied with where they were to head next - his plan was to simply keep running until they had lost the guard. It would collapse eventually. His head snapped around to Five as she said her line. The most bizarre ideas immediately formed in Jake's head, most of which he tossed aside. Blending in would be difficult.. an easier option would be to not need to blend in. He cast his chocolate eyes backwards for just a moment - the guard was within view, and appeared to be falling behind, until it put on a sudden burst of speed. Biting his lip, Jonathan again looked in front of him, hopping over a root. If he couldn't aid the thinking process of the group, he'd need to participate in the acting instead. Doing it slowly, to draw as little attention as possible to himself, Jonathan separated from the pack and purposely fell behind - behind the guard. Being this close, now, Twelve had to put on a certain level of stealth - something he rarely practiced. Managing to keep his footsteps almost mute, he moved towards the guard, approaching from behind. He also attempted to match his pace to said guard, which, after several lousy attempts, he managed to do, plus the dogs' paw-steps behind him drowned out the plodding a little. As long as the guard was focused on the group ahead of him, this plan should work. Besides, he didn't need to take the guard on in combat; it would surely win, due to its advantages. He simply needed to slow it down. [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Thu, 21/01/2021 20:37 (4 Years ago) |
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Once again, Twelve jumped at the sound of yet another voice behind him. His reaction was less flamboyant this time, though; he turned, whilst jumping back and letting out a slight squeak. His eyes searched the face he saw - another practical prank. Of course. Jake would how be a target for those, especially from these two. He couldn't help but laugh at his own fear, though, which simply made him look more idiotic than he already appeared. He then turned to the next girl. "My bad. Sorry about that." He grinned, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. "And, erm, 'brainstorming' isn't exactly.. Within my strengths," he admitted, hanging his head a little. He then again turned to the final girl, a frown crossing his face. Why weren't there more boys here? He took no offense from the comment about his self-defense, because he knew it was true. The line about screaming like a girl hit him hard, though. "I do not scream like a girl," he objected. "I just have a large range of vocal cords." The latter was rather more of a joke than his opinion, so he followed with a slight smile, in case these people hadn't learnt to read his expressions yet. [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Thu, 21/01/2021 08:26 (4 Years ago) |
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Letting out a full on scream, Twelve turned whilst uselessly swatting the air in front of him. He rather regretted it once he saw the cold eyes of Five, though; he had been expecting a guard, or perhaps some sort of troll. His hand landed on her arm with a soft thump; possibly the weakest slap Mora had ever received. Jake only used his admirable physique when he saw it absolutely necessary. Immediately he recoiled, yelping, before righting his posture and attempting to regain a more relaxed position. "Uh, hey," he said, trying to recover at least some of his dignity. Evidently, Jonathan was an extremely jumpy person. "I didn't see you leaving," he commented, quite confused. Five couldn't teleport, could she? No; he was sure she'd had an ability, but.. Flight, perhaps. That would explain the strange contraption on her ankle, which he suspected had been somehow disabled. But then again, the manacle could have been used for many abilities. He'd need to ask her later. [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Wed, 20/01/2021 21:23 (4 Years ago) |
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As Mora leapt to distract the guards, Twelve's eyes widened and he held his breath. Sure, he had been expecting to escape, but not at that exact moment. As the others made a run for it, he glanced back to his tent - there were several things in there that he didn't fancy losing.. But he couldn't risk it. He, too, made a dash for the hole, and successfully followed the others to the shack, keeping pace easily. As he slid down to sit at the base of its rotting front wall, he let out a laugh. They had escaped - it had all happened so quickly.. He cast his eyes to the direction they had come from, realising that he hadn't seen Five yet. Brushing himself off, he stood, jogging over to a nearby tree and resting a heavy hand on it as his eyes scanned through the forest, searching for any sign of movement. He couldn't say that he wouldn't care if she had been caught; she had risked her own freedom to give the group theirs.  A pair of emerald eyes flicked up to their owner's tent flap as a soft flicking noise sounded from near where Twenty-Seven's throat should have been. She stood, slamming the book that she had previously been reading shut. She stomped over to her doorway, each footstep sending small tremors through the surrounding ground. The crowd knew of her approach before she was anywhere near. Tani had always been a sort of misfit, even among people as special as these. And so, when she eventually reached the commotion, the crowd swiftly parted, murmers and mumbles spreading throughout the ranks. She lingered near the front, watching as some sort of purple dog fled the scene. The flicking noises grew louder, as if some sort of fire were lightign inside her. Taniwha wimpky stood there, staring at the hole. Escaping had never once crossed her mind; nor did it now. She was faithful to the Masked Man. [sorry for any mistakes this was written in a rush] [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Wed, 20/01/2021 16:25 (4 Years ago) |
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Twelve's eyes danced between the three girls, as if searching for something, before landing on the one that had addressed him first. His eyes widened a little at the 'I'll kill you' statement, but not enough to be noticeable. Her critical glare only made things worse. With a shake of his head, he replied to her, attempting to warm her with a smile. "I wouldn't dream of it." He ignored the next line, taking it as some sort of mockery. He then turned to a girl he recognised; Mora, he recalled, though one should never call her that. "If I had thought it was a tea party, I would've brought biscuits," he commented, almost managing to keep a straight face. "I overheard you talking about it, and thought maybe I could.. uh.. Join." He grinned, but then realised that his line could be taken the wrong way. "I mean, join your escape attempt. Not like-" He sighed. "Never mind." As he looked at Five, his eyes shone slightly. He had heard tale of the girl that had made over two hundred break out and riot attempts; a number he found impressive, to say the least - his count had a total of zero. He looked to Mora more in awe than anything else, though, as if she were only what the numerous scrutinising reports had commented about her. He knew nothing of her true personality. [Read more] |