"We are the destruction, the purge. We are... The Calamity!"
Welcome to the Athos region. Forged on myths, legends... And terror. Team Calamity threatens the region. You are part of this team.
You may join as a grunt, an admin, or a scientist.
GRUNTS
You are the lowest rank, doing the dirty work for the Team.
You do research for the team, investigating different types of pokemon.
The highest rank before the boss (me,) you have much power over the grunts.
Name: Your character's name.
Rank: Are you a grunt, admin, or scientist?
Physical appearance: What do you look like?
Personality: how does your character act around others?
Team: Self-Explanatory.
Name: Quentin
Rank: Boss
Physical appearance: Long blond hair, hazel left eye (Right eye covered), Scars on right side of face
Personality: Incredibly cold-hearted, ruthless. Will not hesitate to punish or kill anyone found disobeying.
Team: Staraptor (Dave), Stoutland (Terrence), Gardevoir (Psycha), Aggron (Girsku), Pangoro (Creed), Shiny Aegislash (Oathbreaker)
So just do whatever evil teams do, I guess. Steal Pokemon, rob stores, cause mayhem. The region is based on Greece, so the hideout is in an old Parthenon dedicated to a legendary Pokemon.
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Quentin clenched the steel railing with his mechanized glove, denting it slightly. Why was it that all the terrorist teams were so inefficient? walking down the staircase, he readjusted the mask covering his mouth, his eye, his scars. Shaking off the memory and pulling the goggles on his forehead down over his eyes, he swept a piercing stare over all the grunts and scientists hard at work. Dave, his staraptor, his only remaining original Pokemon, flew lazily behind him, nipping at grunts who were dozing off. Smiling slightly at the way the people under his command cowered in his presence, Quentin suddenly noticed a grunt, sitting in a chair... feeding his poocheyena. Quentin's eye narrowed as he strode over to the grunt, cape sweeping behind him.
"What is the meaning of this?!" He growled, standing over the grunt
The other man looked up fearfully, completely terrified. "I... Uh... s-sir..."
"This does not look like work to me. what is your name?" Replied Quentin, his voice deathly calm. by now many other workers had turned to face the unfolding scenario, scared and relieved it was not them.
"A-Albert, sir." said the man shakily, looking down.
"Albert. Do you love your poocheyena dearly?"
"Y-yes, sir." the man looked up, hopeful.
"Perfect. This will be so much more fun." the man's relief turned to terror as Quentin picked up the poocheyena by the scruff of the neck and stalked off. Gesturing to Dave, he called over his shoulder. "Albert, meet me in the execution room. Now."
Welcome to the Athos region. Forged on myths, legends... And terror. Team Calamity threatens the region. You are part of this team.
You may join as a grunt, an admin, or a scientist.
GRUNTS
You are the lowest rank, doing the dirty work for the Team.
- You may have a maximum of FOUR pokemon.
- No pseudo-legendaries. (but you can have their pre-evolutions.)
- No fully-evolved dragon types (except for druddigon.)
- Your uniform is a black jumpsuit, round goggles, mechanical gloves, and a chestplate with a "C" on it. Also armoured boots.
- If I deem it necessary, you will be promoted to Admin.
You do research for the team, investigating different types of pokemon.
- You may have a maximum of FIVE pokemon, but they all must share the same primary type.
- You may have ONE pseudo-legendary, if it's the same type as the type you research.
- Your uniform is a black jumpsuit, round goggles, and a white lab coat with a "C" on the breast.
The highest rank before the boss (me,) you have much power over the grunts.
- You may have a maximum of SIX pokemon.
- You may have one dragon type OR one pseudo-legendary (If a dragon is your pseudo, so be it. Druddigon still doesn't count.)
- You can decide your own uniform, as long as it shares properties with the grunt outfit. Goggles are a must.
- There are only four admin spots, so if you want to be one, choose it quick.
Name: Your character's name.
Rank: Are you a grunt, admin, or scientist?
Physical appearance: What do you look like?
Personality: how does your character act around others?
Team: Self-Explanatory.
Name: Quentin
Rank: Boss
Physical appearance: Long blond hair, hazel left eye (Right eye covered), Scars on right side of face
Personality: Incredibly cold-hearted, ruthless. Will not hesitate to punish or kill anyone found disobeying.
Team: Staraptor (Dave), Stoutland (Terrence), Gardevoir (Psycha), Aggron (Girsku), Pangoro (Creed), Shiny Aegislash (Oathbreaker)
So just do whatever evil teams do, I guess. Steal Pokemon, rob stores, cause mayhem. The region is based on Greece, so the hideout is in an old Parthenon dedicated to a legendary Pokemon.
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Quentin clenched the steel railing with his mechanized glove, denting it slightly. Why was it that all the terrorist teams were so inefficient? walking down the staircase, he readjusted the mask covering his mouth, his eye, his scars. Shaking off the memory and pulling the goggles on his forehead down over his eyes, he swept a piercing stare over all the grunts and scientists hard at work. Dave, his staraptor, his only remaining original Pokemon, flew lazily behind him, nipping at grunts who were dozing off. Smiling slightly at the way the people under his command cowered in his presence, Quentin suddenly noticed a grunt, sitting in a chair... feeding his poocheyena. Quentin's eye narrowed as he strode over to the grunt, cape sweeping behind him.
"What is the meaning of this?!" He growled, standing over the grunt
The other man looked up fearfully, completely terrified. "I... Uh... s-sir..."
"This does not look like work to me. what is your name?" Replied Quentin, his voice deathly calm. by now many other workers had turned to face the unfolding scenario, scared and relieved it was not them.
"A-Albert, sir." said the man shakily, looking down.
"Albert. Do you love your poocheyena dearly?"
"Y-yes, sir." the man looked up, hopeful.
"Perfect. This will be so much more fun." the man's relief turned to terror as Quentin picked up the poocheyena by the scruff of the neck and stalked off. Gesturing to Dave, he called over his shoulder. "Albert, meet me in the execution room. Now."