PLEASE New Members! This RP is all about you. ^^
. . .Sadly, it has nothing to do with Pokemon Battle Frontier, however. BUT WAIT!
So, There have been a lot of new RPer's to the site, some of which aren't well. . .as advanced as say, Katie or FireFox. The idea of this RP is to get those people who are new to RolePlaying, and who would like to improve, a chance to do so. It's a way to hone your skills as an RP'r. ^^ Feel free to post your best in your honest style, and me and a few of my cohorts (all of whom have vague writing background) will honestly tell you what we think, via PM. So theres no embarrassment.
One of the Admins is prolly going to slay me for this ^^' But I believe that good writers just need to be set in the right direction before they can truely shine. And there have been grumbles about some posts. . .
So, if you really think you could use some work on your RP skills and don't mind some constructive critique, feel free to join. ^^ This isn't a flame fest, it's about having fun and realizing your true potential. And I know an awesome RP will come from this. ^^
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So please, whether you consider yourself good or bad or in-between, Never Rp'd before or old hat, if you want a new adventure and a chance to try out a new character or an old one, if you'd like to get a feel for what RPing is really about, post!! ^^ [/size]
I'm especally interested in people how've never RP'd before getting a shot at this, so they can see where they really stand. Please, don't be afraid to post!
But be forewarned, by posting you agree to consider my opinions, good and bad, of your writing. I don't pretend to be good by any stretch of the imagination, that's why I have a few pals to back me up on this. (I do have SOME cred, however. 2 years of college level english before I even got into college, been writing since I was 11, and I've won a short story contest or two. Think that counts for something. . . And my 'cohorts' range anywhere from "I speak English and read sometimes" to just as qualified as I am). But I promise, I'll never say "You suck.
" (Not even to you, Tipple.) And I promise I'll emphasize the good as well as the bad. ^^
And feel more then free to crit. my posts, I'd appreciate it, as I'm still growing as a writer myself. ^^
However, Normal board rules apply, I'm afraid. No double posts, no spam, no claiming ledgendaries, no posting "trainer sheets" ect. ect.
The RP is set in Hoenn.
Okay, enough of this! To the RP! Enjoy! ^^
[size=5pt][sub]. . .hopefully people actually post. . . >> *crosses fingers*[/sub][/size]
It was a clear, fresh morning. The sun hadn't begun to rise yet, and the world was bathed in the grey of pre-dawn. Dew glittered on the grass as Greg made his way across the front yard.
Gregory Andrew Mitchels, he thought. It's a good name for a trainer. He smiled as he went about his chorses one last time, sweeping the front step and opening the garage door, bringing the paper into the house.
Greg was 15 and more then ready to leave on his pokemon adventure. He had every intent of leaving on his 10th birthday, as was proper. But he was taken ill suddenly, and didn't recover enough strength to even leave the house until he was well into his 12th year. After that, his parents had been reluctant to let him leave, and something had always come up.
But no more! Today was the day Greg was finally free. His fifteenth birthday had convieniently been only the week before, and today was the traditional day new trainers everywhere would be gathering to recieve new pokemon. He leaned against the side of the garage for a moment, looking up at the lightening sky. He flipped a clump of hair out of his face. He had very dark colouration, nearly black hair, which he had taken upon himself to streak with red, dark brown eyes that were almost black, and heavily tanned skin. He had spent a lot of time outside, practicing his skating and building up his strength, so he was ready for his adventure.
He heard his mother and father waking up, and went inside to grab a piece of toast and all of the gear he had acumulated over the years for this day. He was ready. Without wating for either of them to come in, he hastily scrawled a note on a piece of paper and taped it to the fridge.
[size=12pt]Finally leaving today! No worries. Will miss you both. Love, Greg.[/size]
His slice of toast in his mouth, he clipped his pokegear to his belt, shouldered his back, picked up his skateboard and helmet, and set off. Out the door, down the short driveway and into the dusty street, and he was on his way across the small village to Professor Birch's lab.
Now if only he knew what pokemon to expect! Would he have a giant, flame shooting Charizard? A terrible Tyranitar, tearing everything appart? A graceful Flygon, a sleek Persian. . . So many choices!
Greg stopped. He was already in front of the professors lab. The sun was well up, and the world was golden. He timidly went in. Several researchers were already hard at work. One didn't look too busy, so Greg approached him.
"Could you tell me where to find professor Birch?" The researcher looked up and smiled. "Over there!" He said jovially, pointing. Greg looked, and indeed, the Professor was busy readying things for the busy day ahead. Greg approached him cautiously, and he turned, saw Greg, and laughed.
"Why hello my boy! Getting started early, are we! Come, come see." The professor indicated the pen behind him, where several small pokemon were playing together.
No Tyranitar? No Dragonite? Greg was dissapointed at the, frankly, cuddly pokemon in the pen. He could identify them all.
A squirtle was playing with a small cyndaquil. A Treeko and. . .Greg's eye widened. . . it was a gold spearow. Well, not gold, but shiney. Gregs eyes flickered. . . There were TWO shiney pokemon in the pen. The other was a pale green Tediursa, sleeping in the corner. A Torchic hopped happily while a Poochyena chased it's own tail. A small Azuril was eating something. It looked like a carrot.
Greg sat for a while and gazed at the pokemon. Other trainers came by. One picked up the shiney Tediursa. He couldn't seem to draw his gaze away from the yawning cyndaquil. It was black with firey red. . . His colours. Was it wrong to pick a pokemon because of it's colours? But the more Greg looked, the more attached he felt to the little thing. eventually, a few of the pokemon came up to him, but left. The cyndaquil came and stayed.
"Quil, Cyndaquil!" It quiped, in a small squeak of a voice. Greg smiled. It wasn't much, but it was cute and energetic, and he couldn't imagine any of the other pokemon as his partner.
"Professor Birch," He said. "I'd like to take that Cyndaquil as my partner."
Greg had to sign some paperwork first, stating his name, his pokemons species, gender, weight, and other specifics. Last on the sheet was pokemon's nickname. Greg thought a moment, before deciding.
"Samui," Greg said.
"Quil?" Samui replided, and then they both smiled, as the Professor handed Greg Samui's pokeball.
"Good luck!" He said.
Just then, the door opened, and a new trainer came in.
You've got your pokemon to choose from. ^^ I think I gave you a good mix. Who took the Tediursa? Feel free to claim it. ^^ And who comes in the door? SOMEONE COME IN THE DOOR!
kthanx.
. . .Sadly, it has nothing to do with Pokemon Battle Frontier, however. BUT WAIT!
So, There have been a lot of new RPer's to the site, some of which aren't well. . .as advanced as say, Katie or FireFox. The idea of this RP is to get those people who are new to RolePlaying, and who would like to improve, a chance to do so. It's a way to hone your skills as an RP'r. ^^ Feel free to post your best in your honest style, and me and a few of my cohorts (all of whom have vague writing background) will honestly tell you what we think, via PM. So theres no embarrassment.
One of the Admins is prolly going to slay me for this ^^' But I believe that good writers just need to be set in the right direction before they can truely shine. And there have been grumbles about some posts. . .
So, if you really think you could use some work on your RP skills and don't mind some constructive critique, feel free to join. ^^ This isn't a flame fest, it's about having fun and realizing your true potential. And I know an awesome RP will come from this. ^^
[size=11pt]
So please, whether you consider yourself good or bad or in-between, Never Rp'd before or old hat, if you want a new adventure and a chance to try out a new character or an old one, if you'd like to get a feel for what RPing is really about, post!! ^^ [/size]
I'm especally interested in people how've never RP'd before getting a shot at this, so they can see where they really stand. Please, don't be afraid to post!
But be forewarned, by posting you agree to consider my opinions, good and bad, of your writing. I don't pretend to be good by any stretch of the imagination, that's why I have a few pals to back me up on this. (I do have SOME cred, however. 2 years of college level english before I even got into college, been writing since I was 11, and I've won a short story contest or two. Think that counts for something. . . And my 'cohorts' range anywhere from "I speak English and read sometimes" to just as qualified as I am). But I promise, I'll never say "You suck.
![Rageface >=O >=O](https://xf-assets.pokecharms.com/data/assets/smilies/VeryAngry.png)
And feel more then free to crit. my posts, I'd appreciate it, as I'm still growing as a writer myself. ^^
However, Normal board rules apply, I'm afraid. No double posts, no spam, no claiming ledgendaries, no posting "trainer sheets" ect. ect.
The RP is set in Hoenn.
Okay, enough of this! To the RP! Enjoy! ^^
[size=5pt][sub]. . .hopefully people actually post. . . >> *crosses fingers*[/sub][/size]
It was a clear, fresh morning. The sun hadn't begun to rise yet, and the world was bathed in the grey of pre-dawn. Dew glittered on the grass as Greg made his way across the front yard.
Gregory Andrew Mitchels, he thought. It's a good name for a trainer. He smiled as he went about his chorses one last time, sweeping the front step and opening the garage door, bringing the paper into the house.
Greg was 15 and more then ready to leave on his pokemon adventure. He had every intent of leaving on his 10th birthday, as was proper. But he was taken ill suddenly, and didn't recover enough strength to even leave the house until he was well into his 12th year. After that, his parents had been reluctant to let him leave, and something had always come up.
But no more! Today was the day Greg was finally free. His fifteenth birthday had convieniently been only the week before, and today was the traditional day new trainers everywhere would be gathering to recieve new pokemon. He leaned against the side of the garage for a moment, looking up at the lightening sky. He flipped a clump of hair out of his face. He had very dark colouration, nearly black hair, which he had taken upon himself to streak with red, dark brown eyes that were almost black, and heavily tanned skin. He had spent a lot of time outside, practicing his skating and building up his strength, so he was ready for his adventure.
He heard his mother and father waking up, and went inside to grab a piece of toast and all of the gear he had acumulated over the years for this day. He was ready. Without wating for either of them to come in, he hastily scrawled a note on a piece of paper and taped it to the fridge.
[size=12pt]Finally leaving today! No worries. Will miss you both. Love, Greg.[/size]
His slice of toast in his mouth, he clipped his pokegear to his belt, shouldered his back, picked up his skateboard and helmet, and set off. Out the door, down the short driveway and into the dusty street, and he was on his way across the small village to Professor Birch's lab.
Now if only he knew what pokemon to expect! Would he have a giant, flame shooting Charizard? A terrible Tyranitar, tearing everything appart? A graceful Flygon, a sleek Persian. . . So many choices!
Greg stopped. He was already in front of the professors lab. The sun was well up, and the world was golden. He timidly went in. Several researchers were already hard at work. One didn't look too busy, so Greg approached him.
"Could you tell me where to find professor Birch?" The researcher looked up and smiled. "Over there!" He said jovially, pointing. Greg looked, and indeed, the Professor was busy readying things for the busy day ahead. Greg approached him cautiously, and he turned, saw Greg, and laughed.
"Why hello my boy! Getting started early, are we! Come, come see." The professor indicated the pen behind him, where several small pokemon were playing together.
No Tyranitar? No Dragonite? Greg was dissapointed at the, frankly, cuddly pokemon in the pen. He could identify them all.
A squirtle was playing with a small cyndaquil. A Treeko and. . .Greg's eye widened. . . it was a gold spearow. Well, not gold, but shiney. Gregs eyes flickered. . . There were TWO shiney pokemon in the pen. The other was a pale green Tediursa, sleeping in the corner. A Torchic hopped happily while a Poochyena chased it's own tail. A small Azuril was eating something. It looked like a carrot.
Greg sat for a while and gazed at the pokemon. Other trainers came by. One picked up the shiney Tediursa. He couldn't seem to draw his gaze away from the yawning cyndaquil. It was black with firey red. . . His colours. Was it wrong to pick a pokemon because of it's colours? But the more Greg looked, the more attached he felt to the little thing. eventually, a few of the pokemon came up to him, but left. The cyndaquil came and stayed.
"Quil, Cyndaquil!" It quiped, in a small squeak of a voice. Greg smiled. It wasn't much, but it was cute and energetic, and he couldn't imagine any of the other pokemon as his partner.
"Professor Birch," He said. "I'd like to take that Cyndaquil as my partner."
Greg had to sign some paperwork first, stating his name, his pokemons species, gender, weight, and other specifics. Last on the sheet was pokemon's nickname. Greg thought a moment, before deciding.
"Samui," Greg said.
"Quil?" Samui replided, and then they both smiled, as the Professor handed Greg Samui's pokeball.
"Good luck!" He said.
Just then, the door opened, and a new trainer came in.
You've got your pokemon to choose from. ^^ I think I gave you a good mix. Who took the Tediursa? Feel free to claim it. ^^ And who comes in the door? SOMEONE COME IN THE DOOR!
kthanx.