Post by Jameson McBride on Feb 23, 2014 20:35:24 GMT -5
ABOUT YOU
TRAINER INFO
Literacy Rank (1 - 10):
7-9
How did you find us?:
Torrenta
Activity Level (1 - 10):
7-9
Sample Post:
[Post from another Pokemon site]
Larsa didn't remember it being so sunny when he entered the Genetic HQ. There was still a chill in the air, but the sun and mild weather gave Larsa energy to fuel his ambition and excitement as he began towards the Deepgreen Trail. The single filled pokeball on his belt was calling to him, but Larsa wanted to wait for the best moment to introduce himself to his new Pokemon partner, the Sigilyph Genetic had given him. But, that perfect moment was now, Larsa thought, and that perfect place, here. Larsa stopped along the trail and made his way off the path to a calm meadow between the odd copse of trees. He took the pokeball in his hand and maximised it before tossing it lightly into the air.
"Sigilyph." He said.
The ball burst open, and after a flash of light, Larsa had caught the empty pokeball and stared at the marvel in front of him. The Sigilyph gently hovered before him, floating in mid-air on iridescent wings. Like in the picture, it gazed at him with wide, azure eyes, though Larsa wasn't prepared for its ageless, intelligent expression. He had no need to explain who he was, or what he was doing; it already knew.
"Hello. My name is Larsa. Larsa Tigris-Oak." He said, a little timid.
It stared for a while. "Sigil."
The voice was soft, melodic and decidedly feminine. Larsa took out the Genetic PDA, which he'd been previously told had Pokemon language translator software built into it. He entered a few commands, then looked back at the Sigilyph, who was observing him passively.
"Are you female?"
"Lyph." Yes.
"Would you mind if I gave you a nickname? Or would you prefer Sigilyph?"
"Sigilyph, sig." I do not mind.
Larsa already had one in mind. "How about Anima? It's a female word. It means spirit."
"Sigilyph." Lovely.
Larsa smiled. "Would you like to float alongside me for a while? I'd like the company."
Anima performed a colorful twirl in mid-air, then started off towards the road. Larsa laughed and jogged to catch up with her. She wasn't much for idle conversation, Larsa soon noticed, but then she wasn't human. Larsa was desperately interested in uncovering whatever ancestral memories she might have had, but he knew it would be a long while before he discovered them. For now, he enjoyed just watching her, how she moved and sounded and interacted with her environment. Larsa was all smiles as they began their journey.
________________________________________________7-9
How did you find us?:
Torrenta
Activity Level (1 - 10):
7-9
Sample Post:
[Post from another Pokemon site]
Larsa didn't remember it being so sunny when he entered the Genetic HQ. There was still a chill in the air, but the sun and mild weather gave Larsa energy to fuel his ambition and excitement as he began towards the Deepgreen Trail. The single filled pokeball on his belt was calling to him, but Larsa wanted to wait for the best moment to introduce himself to his new Pokemon partner, the Sigilyph Genetic had given him. But, that perfect moment was now, Larsa thought, and that perfect place, here. Larsa stopped along the trail and made his way off the path to a calm meadow between the odd copse of trees. He took the pokeball in his hand and maximised it before tossing it lightly into the air.
"Sigilyph." He said.
The ball burst open, and after a flash of light, Larsa had caught the empty pokeball and stared at the marvel in front of him. The Sigilyph gently hovered before him, floating in mid-air on iridescent wings. Like in the picture, it gazed at him with wide, azure eyes, though Larsa wasn't prepared for its ageless, intelligent expression. He had no need to explain who he was, or what he was doing; it already knew.
"Hello. My name is Larsa. Larsa Tigris-Oak." He said, a little timid.
It stared for a while. "Sigil."
The voice was soft, melodic and decidedly feminine. Larsa took out the Genetic PDA, which he'd been previously told had Pokemon language translator software built into it. He entered a few commands, then looked back at the Sigilyph, who was observing him passively.
"Are you female?"
"Lyph." Yes.
"Would you mind if I gave you a nickname? Or would you prefer Sigilyph?"
"Sigilyph, sig." I do not mind.
Larsa already had one in mind. "How about Anima? It's a female word. It means spirit."
"Sigilyph." Lovely.
Larsa smiled. "Would you like to float alongside me for a while? I'd like the company."
Anima performed a colorful twirl in mid-air, then started off towards the road. Larsa laughed and jogged to catch up with her. She wasn't much for idle conversation, Larsa soon noticed, but then she wasn't human. Larsa was desperately interested in uncovering whatever ancestral memories she might have had, but he knew it would be a long while before he discovered them. For now, he enjoyed just watching her, how she moved and sounded and interacted with her environment. Larsa was all smiles as they began their journey.
TRAINER INFO
NAME -
Jameson McBride
I.D # -
LE-A0-452
D.O.B -
January 16, 2074
AGE - 18
HAIR - Blonde
EYES -
Blue
HEIGHT - 6'2"
WEIGHT - 150lbs.
CLASS LEVEL - Senior Apprentice
TRAINER GIFT/TALENT -
Leadership Aura - During battle, Jameson can activate an aura that invigorates and inspires his allies. The aura helps human and Pokemon allies to be more effective in battle. They fight harder, and smarter than they would otherwise.
FACE CLAIM -
Andrej Pejic
PICTURE -
i.imgur.com/VjYax85.png
Jameson McBride
I.D # -
LE-A0-452
D.O.B -
January 16, 2074
AGE - 18
HAIR - Blonde
EYES -
Blue
HEIGHT - 6'2"
WEIGHT - 150lbs.
CLASS LEVEL - Senior Apprentice
TRAINER GIFT/TALENT -
Leadership Aura - During battle, Jameson can activate an aura that invigorates and inspires his allies. The aura helps human and Pokemon allies to be more effective in battle. They fight harder, and smarter than they would otherwise.
FACE CLAIM -
Andrej Pejic
PICTURE -
i.imgur.com/VjYax85.png
BRIEF HISTORY -
Jameson was born to a city councilman and his wife in the area we know as the Western United States. While his father was only average as a politician, the older Jameson got, the better he became at his job, especially when was speaking to his son about his work. It was discovered that he had the ability to inspire those he was close to, and demoralize those who opposed him. As an early teen, Jameson helped his father to be elected to representative of his region. His father shone in the debates, while his competitor seemed to stumble on every subject.
They took a short vacation to a luxury hotel on a remote island. While exploring the caves near the beach with his sister, Jameson slipped and fell into a hole. As he tried to find his way out, he stumbled upon a den of Lapras. A young Lapras and he took a liking to each other immediately, and the Lapras carried Jameson to the surface, and back to the beach, where a search party had formed. Neither the Lapras, nor Jameson wanted to leave the other. So, the Lapras bid his family farewell, and allowed herself to be captured and bound to Jameson.
At 13, Jameson expressed his desire to attend the Masters' Academy. His father refused, wanting to keep his son's ability nearby to help him achieve higher offices, but his mother interceded on his behalf, and allowed him to pursue his own goals. He enrolled in the Academy, where his ability was invaluable to his new career as an apprentice trainer. He and Circe, his Lapras companion, dominated in battle, and Jameson expanded his education and grew as a person and trainer. While his ability gave him an obvious edge, he had a mind for battle, and loved to tutor and teach his peers and lower classmen. As his bond with Circe grew over the years, his ability to harm with his power receded, while his ability to inspire grew. He never missed the lost aspect of his gift, as the ability to assist his allies was more than enough. Now, as a Senior Apprentice, he hoped to become a professor after graduation.
PERSONALITY POINTS -
Politely Open-minded: Jameson strives to be the epitome of class. He practices mannerisms of formal politeness, yet enjoys a pleasant urbanity that allows him to easily mingle with many types of people. He enjoys luxury and is used to it, but isn't necessarily uncomfortable in less than pristine conditions. That said, he has little patience for slovenly behaviour, but will try to help the slob correct their behaviour before excusing himself from their presence.
Realistic: Jameson is a natural leader, which includes knowing when to cut and run. That is, while he is not a coward, Jameson will cheat without hesitation, if the stakes are high enough. Or, if necessary, he will proudly flee and lead his enemies into a trap or some other under-handed strategy.
Wise Oddball: Jameson is generally a gentle man, with a soft healing touch and a passion for learning and teaching. His open mind tends to lead him into considering unconventional strategies or subjects. His appreciation for the unusual can lead people to underestimate him and pass him off as an oddball, or worse, a lunatic.
The General: He has a mind for battle and leadership, and almost naturally takes the lead in any battle situation. He always considers the options and gathers information before making a decision, which can often frustrate those who hurry. He is patient and slow to anger, yet, with all of his patience, he can be eventually provoked. His wrath is swift and terrible, his retribution fair, by his reasoning.
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POKEMON INFO
REGISTERED POKEMON -
Lapras
Lapras
Name: Circe
Gender: Female
Stats:
- Speed: 3
- Stamina: 7
- Defense: 5
- Attack: 5
POKEMON PERSONALITIES -
In a word, Circe is regal. Like a good monarch, she is unflappable, benevolent, mysterious and dangerous. Even in her own language, speech is rare for Circe, as she tends to be able to get her point across through looks and gestures. Like her human companion, she has a joy for teaching and helping pokemon reach their higher potential.
APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION -
Circe is large, even for a Lapras. While most Lapras are near eight feet tall, Circe is closer to thirteen. Her skin, shell and horns are both white, from her early development in caves and underground lakes. She moves slowly all of the time, though her immense bulk makes speed, even in battle, mostly unnecessary.
PICTURES -
i.imgur.com/cYX8mqB.jpg
In a word, Circe is regal. Like a good monarch, she is unflappable, benevolent, mysterious and dangerous. Even in her own language, speech is rare for Circe, as she tends to be able to get her point across through looks and gestures. Like her human companion, she has a joy for teaching and helping pokemon reach their higher potential.
APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION -
Circe is large, even for a Lapras. While most Lapras are near eight feet tall, Circe is closer to thirteen. Her skin, shell and horns are both white, from her early development in caves and underground lakes. She moves slowly all of the time, though her immense bulk makes speed, even in battle, mostly unnecessary.
PICTURES -
i.imgur.com/cYX8mqB.jpg
