So...ever since Pokémon Collosseum came out and tried to be kind of dark but failed miserably, I wanted to take the region into my own hands and do it right. I'm already writing a fanfic, so when I saw the RP section I was like "OMGZ I WONT 2 RP!!!11!!" Yes. So anyway...this is my dark Orre roleplay. I hope it'll be as successful as that Hoenn one. Yowza. o.o
Even if you're not familiar with Pokémon Collosseum, please participate anyway. See below for vague descriptions of the setting.
I kind of wanted to make this PG-13 so we could get some violence/bad language going, but that tends to scare people away so we'll see what happens, I guess. =/ For now it'll be just PG-10 ish.
The setting is, of course, Orre, but it's not the happy, flowery game one we're used to. There're numerous little towns and outposts frequented by wanderers and outlaws and whatnot. Phenac City is still pretty nice, but it's walled and guarded and the people there are more than a little paranoid. Agate Village is nearly on the border, so it's pretty nice. Realgam Tower is basically the seat of various mob bosses--sort of a higher-class criminality, compared to the rest of the region anyway. Mt. Battle is the only place the league actually has any influence. Everywhere else, ESPECIALLY Pyrite and the Under, are about as anarchic as you get.
It is very, very important that you (the players) make up your own people to RP. Wes, his dumb biznatch and all those Team Snagem idiots should ONLY appear as NPC's, if at all.
Okay...rules.
0. ABSOLUTELY NO SCRIPT FORMAT OR USAGE OF ASTERISKS OR COLONS TO DENOTE ACTIONS! NONE!! This roleplay is STORY FORMAT ONLY!! *whip cracks*
0.5. And please, PLEASE put some effort into your descriptions. Thanks.
1. No overpowered god-moders, no pokémorphs and no fan-created pokémon unless you describe them really well and they're not 00ber-powerful.
2. You can have a maximum of TWO pokemon to start with. No legendaries, but everything else goes.
3. You may have ONE vehicle, but it cannot fly (at least for now). Said vehicle's top speed may not exceed 200 kph/120 mph.
4. If you want to fight someone, work it out with them as to what happens and who wins. NPC's may be manipulated by anyone, as long as you don't bollocks everything up.
5. No one can die. If I do bump up the rating, then it will be possible to kill minor NPC's and people who want out.
6. If you want to make a comment you can go "OOC:" and follow that with your comment. If you want to continue to RP you should then go "IC:". Or whatever.
Right. I hope that's it. If you've got any questions, ask right here.
Somewhere southeast of Mt. Battle...
The sun burned in the sky like the eye of a god.
The wind blew dispiritedly over the rock-hard ground, baked and cracked in the sun until not even a steelix could glean any moisture from it. Spires of rock appeared here and there, ringed with smaller boulders, but the land was mostly flat and clear.
It was perfect for hybrid cars, vehicles constructed from the odds and ends of a hundred junkyards. They weren't much to look at, but they easily outstripped conventional ground cars in speed and power.
One such vehicle sits in the shade of a pillar of granite smoothed by time and countless sandstorms. The body of what had once been a half-ton--the doors long gone--rested on a chassis rather too large for it.
It had to be large, however, to accomodate the oversized wheels and axles that had been attached in place of ones that had been lost. A large, triangular steel beam was mounted on each side of the body. Structures that resembled small jet engines were attached to the beams, just far enough away from the body to clear the wheels. Behind the cab is a miniature reactor that takes up the entire bed. It is silvery with the lead plating that covers--or perhaps shields it. The hood is slightly open, revealing an empty engine compartment, the space therein currently being occupied by a pair of fifty-gallon water tanks.
A thump and a metallic sound are followed quickly by muffled cursing.
"Freaking hell!"
Axel stood up, rubbing her head. She wished it was possible for her to sleep in the cab without falling out, but sadly, it wasn't. She picked her jacket up off the ground, brushing dust off the black leather, and tossed it into the truck. It was, luckily, in better condition than the cracked tan leather of the seats.
She checked her appearance in the cracked right wing mirror: a pair of odd, violet eyes stared back at her, framed by thick, wavy red hair, recently highlighted with blue dye. She re-applied her blue lip color out of habit; her freckles were really getting out of control. More than usual, anyway.
Her steel-capped motorcycle boots scuffed lazily along the parched ground as she walked towards a large, dark gray boulder, parts of it glinting like metal in the glare of the sun. She studied it for a moment, adjusting her dark red sport top reflectively before kicking the boulder.
"Rise and shine, Gun."
The aggron groaned and unfolded himself from his sleeping position, flexing steel-capped claws and swishing his thick tail as best he could.
"Agrrr...?" he yawned.
"Time to go. Come on," said Axel, taking out a battered, scuffed poké ball. The huge pokemon was drawn inside in a flash of red light. She shrunk and clipped the ball to her studded belt, before turning back toward the truck.
A large, sandy-colored persian the size of a young cougar slunk out from under the hybrid, oozing nonchalance. She licked a paw and cleaned the shiny green gem on her forehead as Axel walked up.
"You weren't sleeping underneath the reactor, were you?"
"Mrrr?" she purred, innocently.
"Well don't, I'm not paying for you to get a tumor removed, all right?"
The persian rubbed up against her legs, getting fur on her black and red striped knee-high socks.
"Aer, get in the car."
Aeriel actually complied, leaping into the cab and curling up under the dash and away from the open door.
It was just as well--Axel could hear the sound of an engine, and it was getting closer...
Even if you're not familiar with Pokémon Collosseum, please participate anyway. See below for vague descriptions of the setting.
I kind of wanted to make this PG-13 so we could get some violence/bad language going, but that tends to scare people away so we'll see what happens, I guess. =/ For now it'll be just PG-10 ish.
The setting is, of course, Orre, but it's not the happy, flowery game one we're used to. There're numerous little towns and outposts frequented by wanderers and outlaws and whatnot. Phenac City is still pretty nice, but it's walled and guarded and the people there are more than a little paranoid. Agate Village is nearly on the border, so it's pretty nice. Realgam Tower is basically the seat of various mob bosses--sort of a higher-class criminality, compared to the rest of the region anyway. Mt. Battle is the only place the league actually has any influence. Everywhere else, ESPECIALLY Pyrite and the Under, are about as anarchic as you get.
It is very, very important that you (the players) make up your own people to RP. Wes, his dumb biznatch and all those Team Snagem idiots should ONLY appear as NPC's, if at all.
Okay...rules.
0. ABSOLUTELY NO SCRIPT FORMAT OR USAGE OF ASTERISKS OR COLONS TO DENOTE ACTIONS! NONE!! This roleplay is STORY FORMAT ONLY!! *whip cracks*
0.5. And please, PLEASE put some effort into your descriptions. Thanks.
1. No overpowered god-moders, no pokémorphs and no fan-created pokémon unless you describe them really well and they're not 00ber-powerful.
2. You can have a maximum of TWO pokemon to start with. No legendaries, but everything else goes.
3. You may have ONE vehicle, but it cannot fly (at least for now). Said vehicle's top speed may not exceed 200 kph/120 mph.
4. If you want to fight someone, work it out with them as to what happens and who wins. NPC's may be manipulated by anyone, as long as you don't bollocks everything up.
5. No one can die. If I do bump up the rating, then it will be possible to kill minor NPC's and people who want out.
6. If you want to make a comment you can go "OOC:" and follow that with your comment. If you want to continue to RP you should then go "IC:". Or whatever.
Right. I hope that's it. If you've got any questions, ask right here.
Somewhere southeast of Mt. Battle...
The sun burned in the sky like the eye of a god.
The wind blew dispiritedly over the rock-hard ground, baked and cracked in the sun until not even a steelix could glean any moisture from it. Spires of rock appeared here and there, ringed with smaller boulders, but the land was mostly flat and clear.
It was perfect for hybrid cars, vehicles constructed from the odds and ends of a hundred junkyards. They weren't much to look at, but they easily outstripped conventional ground cars in speed and power.
One such vehicle sits in the shade of a pillar of granite smoothed by time and countless sandstorms. The body of what had once been a half-ton--the doors long gone--rested on a chassis rather too large for it.
It had to be large, however, to accomodate the oversized wheels and axles that had been attached in place of ones that had been lost. A large, triangular steel beam was mounted on each side of the body. Structures that resembled small jet engines were attached to the beams, just far enough away from the body to clear the wheels. Behind the cab is a miniature reactor that takes up the entire bed. It is silvery with the lead plating that covers--or perhaps shields it. The hood is slightly open, revealing an empty engine compartment, the space therein currently being occupied by a pair of fifty-gallon water tanks.
A thump and a metallic sound are followed quickly by muffled cursing.
"Freaking hell!"
Axel stood up, rubbing her head. She wished it was possible for her to sleep in the cab without falling out, but sadly, it wasn't. She picked her jacket up off the ground, brushing dust off the black leather, and tossed it into the truck. It was, luckily, in better condition than the cracked tan leather of the seats.
She checked her appearance in the cracked right wing mirror: a pair of odd, violet eyes stared back at her, framed by thick, wavy red hair, recently highlighted with blue dye. She re-applied her blue lip color out of habit; her freckles were really getting out of control. More than usual, anyway.
Her steel-capped motorcycle boots scuffed lazily along the parched ground as she walked towards a large, dark gray boulder, parts of it glinting like metal in the glare of the sun. She studied it for a moment, adjusting her dark red sport top reflectively before kicking the boulder.
"Rise and shine, Gun."
The aggron groaned and unfolded himself from his sleeping position, flexing steel-capped claws and swishing his thick tail as best he could.
"Agrrr...?" he yawned.
"Time to go. Come on," said Axel, taking out a battered, scuffed poké ball. The huge pokemon was drawn inside in a flash of red light. She shrunk and clipped the ball to her studded belt, before turning back toward the truck.
A large, sandy-colored persian the size of a young cougar slunk out from under the hybrid, oozing nonchalance. She licked a paw and cleaned the shiny green gem on her forehead as Axel walked up.
"You weren't sleeping underneath the reactor, were you?"
"Mrrr?" she purred, innocently.
"Well don't, I'm not paying for you to get a tumor removed, all right?"
The persian rubbed up against her legs, getting fur on her black and red striped knee-high socks.
"Aer, get in the car."
Aeriel actually complied, leaping into the cab and curling up under the dash and away from the open door.
It was just as well--Axel could hear the sound of an engine, and it was getting closer...
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