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Pokémon Dubstep (ft. Lindsey Stirling)
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elcome Adventurer to EPOCH! A Pokemon Sandbox Rp set in the original region of Nue. Everything you need to know will be in the Guidebook and PokeDex 101!
EPOCH uses the Manga and is built on the Original ideas suggested by our members.
We are more than just a Pokemon RP, we're a friendly community with a goal on being a memorable experience for those that look in.
Golden Rule: Treat others as you wish to be treated. If you find yourself content with being an asshole EPOCH and its members will not tolerate you.
RULES
Understand We're All Human. Respect the staffers as well as your fellow members and guests. We all have flaws, tempers and quirks. Be patient with one another, but if issues involving other members come up please don’t just grin and bear it. Contact a staff member, informing them of what's going on so they can address and resolve the situation. The staff won't know what's bothering you unless you tell them.
EPOCH is PG-13. Proboards’ Terms of Service:
Sex; When you get under the clothes, fade to black.
Violence; Do not go into extreme nauseating detail.
Cursing; This is so fucking allowed, but don't go overboard.
Suggestive Content; In avatars, signatures and templates can attract the wrong kind of attention. So be careful.
Name: Yuki Aihara Alias:Old Hag Age: 18 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Region: Hoenn/Kanto [undecided] Class: Civilian Occupation: Thug
APPEARANCE
Description: Provide a description of your character, such as his or her normal dress, how they keep their hair, and if they wear any make up? Eye color, height or weight; If your character holds a job, provide a description of their work attire as well.
PERSONALITY
Personality: Provide a description of your characters personality. You could list a few likes or dislikes, how do they treat their opponents during battle, or do they care for the pokemon under their wing?
Ambitions: Everyone has hopes and dreams, so why don’t you list some here. Is your character gunning for a showdown with the champion of the Elite 4? Or are you hoping to one day have a home full of trophies and ribbons? Maybe you want to one day breed yourself a shiny pokemon, or an entire team of them. The sky is the limit.
Pokedex Name: Aka Pikachu ALIAS: If you’ve given your pokemon a nickname GENDER: Male, Female, Genderless ABILITY: Pick 1 ability, no hidden ones. MOVE SET: move | move | move | move
HISTORY
History: Everyone has a backstory, provide two or three paragraphs of your characters recent history. If you're importing from an unknown region mention how your character got here.
OOC INFORMATION
Directory Info: [size=3][b][SCRUB 9-9] YUKI[/b][/size] [url=link to accepted application will be added by staff][b]Character Name[/b][/url] Face claim: [b]horimiya[/b] - kyouko hori, [i]aihara yuki[/i]
Continuity: Original Other Characters:
Tier: If this is your first character, select one of the tiers from the link and list which items and Pokemon you wish to claim. Please do not remove the link from your completed application. If you have not received your items upon your second approval, post a Mod Sumons or in the donations thread a reminder for the Staff - pokemonepoch.proboards.com/thread/2870/newbi-nook-starting-donations
Role play Sample: Scoria didn't bother looking aside, his burning gaze locked onto the girl he had pulled up off the ground. His lips had curled into a grin at some point, he knew, and he seemed to be taking a thrill out of watching this "Person of the Land" slowly turn blue. It wasn't as though Scoria was particularly strong, but the People of the Land around him weren't interfering. Even though they could probably take him on if they all ganged up, they simply didn't. It wasn't just his use of the Allure skill either, was something going on? The slur in Elkeid's words was apparent, enough so that Scoria didn't need to pay her even a single glance to know she either had some sort of speech impediment or was incredibly drunk. Or maybe she was just partially dumb. Of course, he meant that in the literal sense. Political correctness could be damned, he was dealing with something here. The call of another individual in a somewhat stuttering tone told Scoria he was attracting a bit more attention than was necessary. Maybe People of the Land had decided to show up in this back corner of the London, but it was more likely that they were adventurers. Using Allure couldn't hurt though.
"Stand aside."
The voice was just as singed as the eyes of the person it belonged to, but the command there was resolute. The stuttering nobody was probably some haphazard idiot who thought himself a hero, while the drunk wasn't even of any concern. Or wouldn't be if she hadn't lobbed a fucking bottle at him. That bitch. His eyes left the girl whose windpipe he was crushing for naught but a moment, just enough to pivot his leg and slide it out to get in the way of the bottle. He wasn't 2 feet tall and it was an easy dodge, but Alraune was two feet tall and her head just happened to be in the way. It wasn't as though Scoria gave a flying fuck about her being hit by a bottle, but that was his familiar and he'd be damned if he let anyone think it was okay to push him around. The bottle smashed into his leg, opening up a rather large gash, and Alraune let out a small shriek. It wasn't because of the shards of glass that just barely missed her, but because blood was now pouring from Scoria's arm, a serrated knife sinking itself deep into his arm before being pulled out. The coal-haired man had no choice but to drop the blonde, with her hooked knife. Flesh ripped itself out of his arm as she pulled the knife out, the knife clearly meant to be hard to remove with spines that sunk straight into flesh. It was much like a fishhook worked, except this was no fishhook. It was a knife and it had more or less ripped straight through Scoria's right arm, sending blood dripping into the streets. For a moment, the druid's eyes flashed the same crimson that fell from his veins.
Alraune shrieked and ran. She simply took off, somehow unfazed by her druid choking a woman half to death, but scared out of her wits by the idea of the druid's arm being ripped into and his leg slashed. So she ran, tripping over herself as she ran, turning the corner and tripping right in front of Jade. It wasn't as though the forest sprite noticed the assassin. In fact, if Jade didn't intervene or bring any attention onto herself, it was entirely likely that Alraune would continue to run or lie there choking out tears. She just began bawling as she repeatedly glanced back between Scoria and the road in front of her, repeatedly sobbing out words like 'turtle'. If Scoria could hear her, he'd probably have kicked her ass. Instead, he was a bit more focused on the girl that had stabbed him than his coward of a familiar. It wasn't as though he blamed the forest sprite, even if she was a total pansy. No, he leaned on his injured leg instead and delivered a nasty spinning kick into the blonde's side, slamming his kicking leg down and shoving his good arm out. A knife. She had pulled a fucking knife on him.
He didn't even care that Blackcoat and Elkeid were watching. He didn't care that they would probably try to stop him. With one arm dropped to his side, his left arm shot straight into the girl's knife hand, clenching with a fierce grip and twisting her arm until she was on her knees again, knife dropped. Kicking the weapon aside, he kneed the girl in the ribs and watched her scramble to back away from him. Her health was still easily in the range that kept her away from dying. After all, most of the damage she took was from being choked. Scoria wasn't a monk. He was a healer. That didn't mean that he couldn't intimidate someone into a corner though. With hair splayed about and a bleeding lip, the blonde bit her lip and stared up at him defiantly. Like she wasn't the one in the wrong here. Scoria knew better. "M-Monster."
With a voice as blood-soaked as his eyes, Scoria bit out his final word, Allure toggling on. "Run." She took his advice and did. The only real question was what Elkeid and Blackcoat were going to do now. He somehow expected them to intervene and be goody two-shoes about this whole thing, but he was frankly out of fucks. They couldn't cage him and he knew damn well that PvP fighting wasn't allowed in the city. His eyes slowly curled up from the ground to stare the two interlopers down, his body rising to its full height. It wasn't like he was much taller than the duo, but he certainly knew how to throw a presence around. It probably didn't help that he was a Courtesan and shoving his personality in people's faces to get what he wanted was in the job description.
And still, the People of the Land that still lingered didn't do a damn thing.
Aihara is of two kinds. The first is the simple housekeeper, the eldest in a neighborhood. Being about ten years older than those around her, she keeps her hair pulled up and dresses like a housewife at times, keeping her hair floating down one side. The girl stands at 5'8", and although she might look fragile, she is anything but. Being the 'eldest' of the neighborhood, she is also the protector of the block. Her body contains a fair amount of muscle, enough to be the thug that her occupation suggests. One part housewife, one part thug, Yuki Aihara knows how to rumble.
The other half is a proper schoolgirl. Having gone to school like any civilian should, Aihara makes a solid effort to keep her classmates from finding out that she's not the softy that she appears to be. Simply put, she knows how to be a regular schoolgirl and can adjust her appearance as such. The basic properties of her that should be properly noted are chocolate eyes and brown-auburn hair. Standard attire is the standard school outfit, skirt, shirt, and blazer, with an appropriate amount of makeup. Otherwise, a simple shirt and blouse plus jeans and a scrunchie, pulling the hair over one side. As an individual fresh out of 'school', she holds no jobs, but knows very much how to find sales on vegetables.
PERSONALITY
Personality: In personality too, Aihara is of two kinds. She is able to put on a face and hide reality quite easily, acting like the proper and regular schoolgirl, fashionable where fashion is needed. Despite that, Aihara Yuki is a no-holds-barred monster thug when she needs to be and is entirely capable of knocking down opponents half a foot taller than her. With her fists, of course.
Clever application of makeup and lies results in her being able to deceive, but she is also equally capable of caring for her pokemon. Her tendencies are respectful until provoked and pushed around, the equivalent of cornering a rat. The only advice that can be given is to not back Aihara into a corner. She has been known (and has the physical strength as such) to lift a Bergmite above her head and throw it at you when provoked. Having decided to leave her home town in Hoenn, she is off to Kanto to start fresh. She's surprisingly patient with her pokemon, even that little brat, Bergmite.
Also she likes strawberry ice cream and Winter.
Ambitions: She wants a Bergmite. Also to just hang out in Kanto for a while and probably just find something that she can like to do and make into a living. Having gone through high school and being relatively unimpressed, despite the amount of knowledge amassed in her head, she searches for something she can be interested in and do. Maybe evil. Maybe good. Maybe screw everyone over. She'll figure out what she wants to do now that she has figuratively spread her wings and left her home region behind.
Pokedex Name: Bergmite ALIAS: GENDER: Male ABILITY: Hydration MOVE SET: Mud Shot | Aqua Ring | Muddy Water | Rain Dance | Surf
HISTORY
History:
Aihara Yuki was born to a normal family in a normal area somewhere in Hoenn. Regular, normal stuff. The neighborhood was relatively new and her dad, being the lover of ADVENTURE and SCIENCE that he was ran off to Unova. Okay. Whatever. Left behind in a single parent home, Aihara quickly learned to deal with everything more or less by herself, right up until the neighbors moved in. Wonderful. At any rate, the deals and the sales caught her eye and she made good on her housewife duties, cooking meals left and right.
As she grew up, the youngings that moved in around her tended to be about ten years younger than her. As the onee-san of the neighborhood, she had the tendency to simultaneously go to school and look normal and fashionable and lovely and smart, then come home and wrestle with the entire neighborhood. She grew up fairly well and self-sufficient, learning to fight by the construction workers in the neighborhood and getting herself together. At 18 years of age, she had figured out how to live and manage her livelihood. Aihara Yuki knew very well how to rampage and handle brats and her mom was finally getting a break. Things were just peachy and looking up and she was starting to feel like she could move away. Things were just great...
Right up until she met that damn Bergmite. Said Bergmite did the wonderful thing of picking her up and then surfing across the ocean into Kanto. And that's how she ended up in Kanto and is trying to figure out how to live now.
OOC INFORMATION
Directory Info: [size=3][b][SCRUB 9-9] YUKI[/b][/size] [url=link to accepted application will be added by staff][b]Character Name[/b][/url] Face claim: [b]horimiya[/b] - kyouko hori, [i]aihara yuki[/i]
Role play Sample: Scoria didn't bother looking aside, his burning gaze locked onto the girl he had pulled up off the ground. His lips had curled into a grin at some point, he knew, and he seemed to be taking a thrill out of watching this "Person of the Land" slowly turn blue. It wasn't as though Scoria was particularly strong, but the People of the Land around him weren't interfering. Even though they could probably take him on if they all ganged up, they simply didn't. It wasn't just his use of the Allure skill either, was something going on? The slur in Elkeid's words was apparent, enough so that Scoria didn't need to pay her even a single glance to know she either had some sort of speech impediment or was incredibly drunk. Or maybe she was just partially dumb. Of course, he meant that in the literal sense. Political correctness could be damned, he was dealing with something here. The call of another individual in a somewhat stuttering tone told Scoria he was attracting a bit more attention than was necessary. Maybe People of the Land had decided to show up in this back corner of the London, but it was more likely that they were adventurers. Using Allure couldn't hurt though.
"Stand aside."
The voice was just as singed as the eyes of the person it belonged to, but the command there was resolute. The stuttering nobody was probably some haphazard idiot who thought himself a hero, while the drunk wasn't even of any concern. Or wouldn't be if she hadn't lobbed a fucking bottle at him. That bitch. His eyes left the girl whose windpipe he was crushing for naught but a moment, just enough to pivot his leg and slide it out to get in the way of the bottle. He wasn't 2 feet tall and it was an easy dodge, but Alraune was two feet tall and her head just happened to be in the way. It wasn't as though Scoria gave a flying fuck about her being hit by a bottle, but that was his familiar and he'd be damned if he let anyone think it was okay to push him around. The bottle smashed into his leg, opening up a rather large gash, and Alraune let out a small shriek. It wasn't because of the shards of glass that just barely missed her, but because blood was now pouring from Scoria's arm, a serrated knife sinking itself deep into his arm before being pulled out. The coal-haired man had no choice but to drop the blonde, with her hooked knife. Flesh ripped itself out of his arm as she pulled the knife out, the knife clearly meant to be hard to remove with spines that sunk straight into flesh. It was much like a fishhook worked, except this was no fishhook. It was a knife and it had more or less ripped straight through Scoria's right arm, sending blood dripping into the streets. For a moment, the druid's eyes flashed the same crimson that fell from his veins.
Alraune shrieked and ran. She simply took off, somehow unfazed by her druid choking a woman half to death, but scared out of her wits by the idea of the druid's arm being ripped into and his leg slashed. So she ran, tripping over herself as she ran, turning the corner and tripping right in front of Jade. It wasn't as though the forest sprite noticed the assassin. In fact, if Jade didn't intervene or bring any attention onto herself, it was entirely likely that Alraune would continue to run or lie there choking out tears. She just began bawling as she repeatedly glanced back between Scoria and the road in front of her, repeatedly sobbing out words like 'turtle'. If Scoria could hear her, he'd probably have kicked her ass. Instead, he was a bit more focused on the girl that had stabbed him than his coward of a familiar. It wasn't as though he blamed the forest sprite, even if she was a total pansy. No, he leaned on his injured leg instead and delivered a nasty spinning kick into the blonde's side, slamming his kicking leg down and shoving his good arm out. A knife. She had pulled a fucking knife on him.
He didn't even care that Blackcoat and Elkeid were watching. He didn't care that they would probably try to stop him. With one arm dropped to his side, his left arm shot straight into the girl's knife hand, clenching with a fierce grip and twisting her arm until she was on her knees again, knife dropped. Kicking the weapon aside, he kneed the girl in the ribs and watched her scramble to back away from him. Her health was still easily in the range that kept her away from dying. After all, most of the damage she took was from being choked. Scoria wasn't a monk. He was a healer. That didn't mean that he couldn't intimidate someone into a corner though. With hair splayed about and a bleeding lip, the blonde bit her lip and stared up at him defiantly. Like she wasn't the one in the wrong here. Scoria knew better. "M-Monster."
With a voice as blood-soaked as his eyes, Scoria bit out his final word, Allure toggling on. "Run." She took his advice and did. The only real question was what Elkeid and Blackcoat were going to do now. He somehow expected them to intervene and be goody two-shoes about this whole thing, but he was frankly out of fucks. They couldn't cage him and he knew damn well that PvP fighting wasn't allowed in the city. His eyes slowly curled up from the ground to stare the two interlopers down, his body rising to its full height. It wasn't like he was much taller than the duo, but he certainly knew how to throw a presence around. It probably didn't help that he was a Courtesan and shoving his personality in people's faces to get what he wanted was in the job description.
And still, the People of the Land that still lingered didn't do a damn thing.