Forum Thread

Concept: Takes place after all main series games until the end of Gen 7. Unova is getting more sinister as the days get colder. Ultimately, our goal is to meet, to explore, and discover the darkness slowly enveloping Unova. Supernatural humoids and pokemon await.

Character: Kiera (17)

The sunlight glints off the water of the ocean, the rays weak, but blinding. It’s September, and the sand has grown melancholy and cold under your fingers. The world is getting darker every day… but not just because of the approaching autumnal equinox. It’s grown scarier. There have been reports of strange pokemon and eerie figures showing up near Lacunosa town. This is nothing new, of course; Lacunosa Town has always had a bit of mythology surrounding it. But recently, it’s been… different.

You watch the bleached white sand slip through your fingers as you let it fall, and then you stand up. You’re nearly an adult now. Most trainers leave by the time they’re ten years old, and you haven’t been able to bring yourself away from your comfy, safe home. But you’ve been itching, yearning for the world around you. And so, taking in your hand the word given to you by Professor Juniper several days before, you stand up. You had promised to show this pokemon the world—and though it’s dark, though it’s frightening, it’s what you're going to do.

The silent pensive tune running through your head comes to a close as you leave the beaches of Undella Town and head north.

Character: Ruin (18)

With an anxiety settled in my stomach, I forced myself to take a step forward. My hand clutched my empty pokeball tightly, and I was conscious of the empty badge case digging into my thigh. I didn’t have a pokemon, but I knew I had to have one. I had to prove myself. I would never, ever be a victim. Not again. Something stirred behind a dumpster suddenly. Fear shot down my spine like an Ekans and I threw the poke ball, more out of fear than determination. It hit its target full on and a red light spilled from the orb. I approached, slowly, carefully. Wiggle. Wiggle.

POP!

Frightened, I fell and scrambled back. The dark figure—I didn’t know which pokemon it was, but I suspected it was a patrat—skirted past me, its fur brushing my arm before disappearing in a small alley. My heart, still beating rather quickly, thudded as I stood up to examine the pokeball. As I suspected… unusable. My family was destitute and already I’d wasted the only pokeball I’d spent my meager cash on.

“You need to weaken the pokemon before hurling poke balls at it.”

I looked up, frightened, at a man a few years older than me. His shaggy green hair was tied back in a rather loose ponytail and some jewelry hung from him, but other than that, he looked void, monochrome.

“Here,” he said softly, producing something from the bag on his shoulder. It was a pokeball, but this one was black and ornate.

“I can’t… I’d waste this. I can’t catch a pokemon…” I said softly.

“Good thing you don’t have to. Throw it…” The green haired man smiled. I looked down at the pokeball, confused. I opened my mouth to ask him a question, but when I looked up, I was met only with the shadowy alley. He had disappeared. I blinked and looked at the poke ball again. It was beautiful. I’d seen them in advertisements… “luxury ball,” they were called. I’d never dreamed of owning one. I threw the pokeball and I was met with a golden burst of light. I instinctively closed my eyes. When it felt safe to reopen them, before me was an uncanny image of… myself. I gasped, frightened. But my likeness only cracked a smile. I blinked, and it disappeared… I thought. A yip beneath my feet startled me, and I found a small red and black creature at my nosing at my shoes. I’d never seen that pokemon before.

“What are you?” I asked softly, more to myself than anything else, but not being adverse to an answer.

“Zorua,” it crooned, innocently.

Rules:
All characters must be at least 15+
You can’t be in the head of more than two characters
You can make NPCs so long as they aid the story (For example: N gives Ruin his first pokemon)
Don’t be edgy
Don’t be mean
Don’t play god: make it interesting. Feel free to lose some battles, lose your money, make bad decisions. Have bad things happen to your character sometimes!
I would say 18+ stuff allowed bc it will be private? I’m not a moderator or anything though and I’m very new to this forum.
Use first person
If you’re submitting a bio that you don’t want to use but want to give someone else use second person
HUMANS ONLY. No furries, gijinkas, no controlling pokemon. Etc.
Make sure your characters have common courtesy (if a person has to step out of character and tell you to knock something off, you’ve gone too far)
Homophobia, transphobia, racism, xenophobia etc all get you the automatic boot. Coexist.

Submissions:
Submit an exposition (like the ones I wrote above)
If you want to use your submission, use first person, and you’ll be added
If you want to submit a character for someone else, use second person (like Kiera)
To claim a character, just make a post saying you would like to
Not accepting any more than five people (so up to 10 characters)
I’ll pm you saying if you’re accepted or not

Feel free to ask any questions!

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(I originally had a story about a young trainer sneaking into Victory Road and having quirky adventures and then I came up with this edgy thing?)

(Welp, here goes. I'm like, 50% sure I'll be able to roleplay this well, but that's part of the fun?)

Character: Julie (20)

I walk down the path to my home, holding tightly onto my backpack. I weave through groups of chattering people, all happy and still dressed for summer. I stare at the ground and ignore the occasional stare. I was probably on the news again – Top Trainer Caught in Victory Road Tunnel Collapse, Now Retiring!

I walk a bit faster.

My dad looks up from his computer as I enter home.

"How was school?” he asks with concern.

"It was fine," I say. It wasn’t fine. I hadn’t been to school since I decided to become a trainer and travel the region. I was in a class of younger students, and I stood out. I hated the pointed fingers and the stares, the whispers they thought I couldn’t hear.

I tug the right sleeve of my sweater and head upstairs before there are follow-up questions.

I go to my room and empty my backpack onto my desk. I start reading through my assignments. I can’t make sense of most of them. I sigh and place my head into my arms.

I take a deep breath. Okay, positive thinking. I should list what I’m thankful for. I’m thankful that I’m mostly intact. I’m thankful that I could afford the top medical treatment. I’m thankful I get another shot at life, even if it isn’t one as a trainer.

Lies, all of them. I should have died next to my Pokémon.

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