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Post by Madaraki on Aug 1, 2012 21:12:17 GMT -6
Name:Vincent Skyler Dafonte Alias/nicknames: “Vee Skyler” Age: 18 Height: 6’ Species: Gengar Status: Rock star Family: Currently none known, although he’s probably fathered a few children due to after-concert “good times”. Alliance: Neutral Occupation: Vocalist/guitarist in rock band “Gangarene”
Moveset: ~Lick (or occasionally more of a “kiss”. Girls really do faint for this guy.) ~Curse. Since attaining his more human form, tried using this ability in conjunction with various drugs. Now, the drugs reduce his symptoms of the ability and numb some of the pain, while the Curse itself carries the more permanent afflictions of the drugs to the target. ~Hex. blames it on special effects when he uses it. ~Mean Look. Typically used for intimidating people.
While not “moves” per se, retains the ability to both levitate and to vanish completely within and pass through shadows. Both are passed off as special effects.
Weakness: With his abilities, immense fortune, and generally fun life, Vee takes very few things seriously, and cares about even less.
Type weaknesses. Other ghost types drive him up a wall. Big time.
Personality: Always ready for the next fun thing, Vee moves through life seemingly without caring who he leaves damaged. Loving only the stunned reactions on peoples’ faces after a particularly stupid stunt more than the attention itself, he goes out of his way to act as ostentatious and crazy as possible. His big dream is to perform a live duet with Lady Gaga and pants her in front of millions.
The only person Vee seems to care at all for anymore is Oswald, whom he’s known his whole life. Even in the rare moments when Oswald needs his help however, he can’t resist teasing “the old man” before leaping to his defense.
Looks: It has been suspected that Vee chose the rock-star lifestyle because it could best hide his already unusual appearance. His shoulder-length “hair” more resembles thick purplish-black tendrils that he passes off as dreadlocks, and his eyes -forever a glowing red- remain behind dark aviator sunglasses. Additionally, his fingertips retain their violet color and sharpen into points that he keeps covered by gloves. His razor-sharp teeth, he simply explains as a “cosmetic modification”. Other unusual features such as his toeclaws and two-foot long tongue are more easily hidden. He wears purple pants and a black motorcycle jacket with his band name “Gangarene” written on the back in a substance people prefer not to try and identify. He also carries his guitar -a purple Flying-V with two red patches on its body- slung across his back.
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Post by Madaraki on Aug 1, 2012 21:12:50 GMT -6
Name: Oswald Frank Alias/nicknames: Oz, Ozzy (He hates that one). Age: 40 Height: 6’6” Species: Alakazam Status: Bodyguard/butler Family: None. Alliance: Good Occupation: Bodyguard/butler
Moveset: ~ Telekinesis. Speaks for itself. ~ Teleport. Most useful for getting out of tough situations. Also lets him keep track of Vee, who has a habit of vanishing through walls and the like. ~ Disable. Finding it to fit with his fighting style; it’s most often used for shutting down bothersome abilities. More often than not, one afflicted with this particular attack finds oneself delivering a mighty blow to their own babymaker. ~ Future Sight. “Right hook to the side of the head, dodged. High kick to the face, leaned away from. Head-butt, avoided. Really, how long do you intend to keep trying?”
Oswald has also taken full advantage of his new body and taken to studying human physiology. So many uniform pressure points.
Weakness: Preferring to focus on his mental strengths, Oz is not much inclined towards physical combat of any sort.
Additionally, if he is separated the pendant he wears around his neck, his psychic abilities are diminished.
Type weaknesses. Despite his expertise, Bug proves rather annoying for Oswald to deal with, Darkness is also mildly troublesome. Ghost should be a bother, but he’s lived with Vee long enough to know how ghost types operate.
Personality: Calm, and often seemingly emotionless, Oswald is the very picture of efficiency and levelheadedness. Since his escape, he has devoted his time -when not cleaning up after Vee’s shenanigans- to studying the effects of the Human-Pokemon transformations and their subsequent limits/strengths.
It should be noted that despite his somewhat icy and aloof demeanor, Oswald does care for Vee and very nearly thinks of him as a son. He’ll never admit it though. At most he’ll confess to looking at him as “that nephew of mine”.
Looks: As he might say if he were ever to speak of it; “I am glad I was not in my Kadabra years when I was changed, for I shudder to think of the questions and speculations my tail would have caused.” Indeed, there are no outward signs that Oswald was anything other than human. He appears to be a middle-aged Asian man with slicked-back golden hair and a mustache of equal severity. His pitch-black eyes are the only thing that might ever give him away if people who noticed them didn’t forget about them before they could ask. Having melted the spoons he once carried down and had them cast in the shape of a circular pendant, the man in the red suit bears little resemblance to the fox-like creature he once was.
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Post by Madaraki on Aug 1, 2012 21:13:42 GMT -6
And a brief story of how they came to be, with details to be revealed in an upcoming story/rp/whichever...
Somewhere near the Sevii Islands...
The first thing he felt when he woke up was cold metal on his face. Groaning, he struggled to rise, pushing himself to his knees.
Wherever he was, it was dark and hot. The metal grating beneath his body was almost uncomfortably warm and he settled back into a sitting position to ease the discomfort his hands were feeling. Something felt wrong.
Where am I? he wondered, clenching and unclenching his hands. There was something amiss, and he hated that he couldn’t place it. he knew there were others around him. He could sense the blank voids that were other unconscious minds. Who put us...here? he wondered, reaching into the other minds to try and figure out what his fellow prisoners were. Prisoners...he hated the term, but there was no other word for what they were at that moment.
“Growli...” he started, voice suddenly catching in his throat. He was speaking he knew, but something in his voice had changed. Shaking his head in the darkness, he silenced himself and reached out once more.
Growlithe, Hydreigon, Steelix, Gengar, Eevee.. He shifted his position on the floor that now seemed hot and settled against an uncomfortably plump bulk. Snorlax, Feraligatr, Flygon, he shifted again. The floor was even hotter now and he forced himself to his feet, stumbling over another. Gyrad-no!
The form he’d stumbled against did not feel like the massive serpent he knew. In fact, he could being to perceive an outline thanks to a faint light in the room.
A light coming from below, a light that grew brighter as the room became hotter.
NO!
He fell to his knees in the rising heat, scrambling and ignoring the searing pain against his palms, ignoring the strange four-fingered hands he now had towards his only hope for survival. They all looked the same around him. They were all the same type, the same...species. Closing his eyes against the realization that was overtaking him, he reached out with his mind again and found the Gengar to his right. Grasping its purple-haired head in his hands, he reached deep into its consciousness, dragging forth its memories and more importantly, its capabilities.
Work, dammit, WORK!
Some force within him snapped his eyes open and he watched. He watched as his body and the Gengar’s faded into transparency as flames erupted around him and through him. He watched as the beings whose company he’d kept for less than a minute were burned to nothingness.
“Termination complete?” The man at the keyboard asked nervously. He pushed his sliding glasses back up the bridge of his nose and looked across to the other terminal.
His station mate, a girln with red hair sighed. “There was a brief flash of energy at first, but the sensors in the incinerator confirm no lifesigns remaining.”
“Even the Hydreigon...damn.”
“Krablokar knew what he was doing when he built that thing. Sure a lot of Pokemon are resistant or immune to fire, but with the human bodies...You alright?” he suddenly asked.
“Human...” she shuddered. “We just killed over half a dozen peo-”
“Pokemon.” he said. “No, not even that. Look, for all his genius Krablokar’s practically working off of Blackstone’s margin scribbles on this fusion thing. What we got rid of was nothing more than-”
“They were alive.” the girl whispered. “They had heartbeats, they had brain activity, they-
“They were experimental failures. Did you see the Gengar? He was still purple. The Eevee? She was covered in fur. God, the Alakazam was almost as yellow as-
He stopped in mid sentence, not moving a muscle.
His station mate -who had been about to answer with a furious rebutttal- blinked. If the man were pausing mid-sentence, that would be one thing, but he wasn’t moving. His hands were frozen in mid-gesture and his expression was a fixed mask of frustration.
His hair didn’t even blow about in the gust from the overhead air conditioner. It was as if he’d been.
“Oh god, that energy flash...”
“Yes, that energy flash.” a hoarse voice whispered from behind her.
She spun, finding herself facing a tall asian man with matted golden hair. He was clad in someone else’s lab coat and carrying another body wrapped in a sheet over his shoulder.
“You...”
“I am that which apparently should not be.” the man said, stepping past her and looking at the frozen engineer in his seat. Holding out a hand, he brought his fingers within an inch of his victim’s face and snapped them.
The station engineer slumped sideways, hitting his desk and sliding off his chair to the ground.
The girl stifled a scream.
“Oh he’s not dead. I’ve just put him to sleep for the time being.” the intruder said, turning back to her with a grin on his face. “I could put him in the incinerator you know. I’ve read your minds. I know how to work the controls. I could put everyone in this little hellhole to sleep and burn them all, and like those whom I called friends for all too brief a time, they would burn to death unaware of the fate that has befallen them.”
The girl choked back another scream as she stumbled to her feet and backed into the corner of the small control room, whimpering.
“Oh there’s no need for you to be afraid.” He added. “As I said, I’ve read your mind. I know that you were uncomfortable about the use of the incinerator. You feel compassion for others, no...you feel, and it is that very human quality that has saved you.”
Director Log. Entry - Jovan Krablokar
It’s been several years since that particular day. Leo has been removed from our ranks for failing to properly sedate the Alakazam on that day. Alice was moved to another department to avoid further...outbursts of conscience. It seems after her conversation with the Alakazam, she willingly opened every hatchway between the incinerator control chamber and our docking bay. The Alakazam and the Gengar he had with him escaped in one of our private vehicles, just to add insult to injury.
The reason for this latest entry is simple. We found them.
The Gengar passes off his appearance defects and capabilities as makeup and special effects, but our latest project has helped confirm his existence. Similarly, the man who travels with him and acts as a strange sort of bodyguard-butler figure is none other than the Alakazam who escaped our installation all those years ago.
Unfortunately, locating them is all we’ve been able to do. Any attempt by our agents or employees of other agencies out there to approach them have been foiled. It seems the Alakazam’s mental capabilities have been boosted as a result of his conversion and he detects anyone...unsavory approaching him. The last attempt to contact him resulted in a paid-off member of Team Rocket being admitted to an asylum thinking he was a chicken.
Of course, speaking of Team Rocket...
Cooper’s been asking questions about his sister ever since she was reassigned. We asked Giovanni to keep him in line, but he’s had another idea that he’s going to be submitting to us within the next week.
As to the Pokemon themselves, bringing this species firmly under our control will remain an objective, although Pokemon-Human hybrids are a waste of time at the present juncture. For the time being, we’ll try some of Giovanni’s cloning ideas. His people had particular success with a rare breed a while back.
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Post by Madaraki on Aug 9, 2012 18:11:00 GMT -6
Name: Yxil Alias/nicknames: The Reaver Age: Unknown Height: 5’7” Species: Charggron (Charizard/Aggron hybrid) Status: Unknown Family: One brother. Alliance: “The Organization" Occupation: The Reaver
Moveset: ~Flare Blitz - A fiery aura surrounds Yxil and remains for minutes at a time. While the flames around her scales are particularly damaging -enough to melt solid steel- extended use does tend to incinerate her clothing. ~Roar - Yxil’s altered physiology has increased her lung capacity immensely and given her the ability to emit an echoing roar that can last for up to ten seconds. The sound and force is often enough to physically drive targets back and in some cases, leave them in a state of shock. ~Air Slash - Folding her wings tight and whirling them causes thing pressure waves that cut through the air and whatever happens to be in their path. ~Metal Sound - Yxil rakes her claws down a solid surface. If the surface itself is metal, the sound is particularly piercing. Yxil herself is not entirely immune to the effects given her increased hearing, but she at least knows its coming and can prepare herself.
Yxil’s senses of touch, smell, taste, and hearing are all greatly magnified. She can hear a pin drop in an Olympic stadium...or so she likes to say.
Weakness:
Type weaknesses. Admittedly some are reduced due to her mixed types, but water is an extreme difficulty. Just the sound of running water makes her nervous.
Yxil is blind.
Personality: Yxil has a tendency to refer to herself in the third person much of the time and despite her condition is rather happy and content to live life as she pleases. Perhaps her openness is due to the fact that she can’t see the facial expressions people make in response to her, or perhaps she never cared what people thought of her to begin with.
Granted the fact that her age in her “new life” can be measured in hours may have something to do with her carefree attitude as well.
Looks: Already standing out due to her skin having a somewhat shinier tone than normal humans, Yxil is easy to spot on sight. Wings aside, metallic red scales cover her forearms, hands, most of her back, parts of her chest, and her lower legs/feet. Additionally, a band of reddish-black scales stretch from just above her nose to her hairline where her eyes should be. That’s what people see when she’s uncovered, anyway. Most of the time she keeps a cloth blindfold over her upper face, and wears grey robes over the rest of her body. She also keeps her wings folded close under them. her tail however, still sticks out, and in her more timid moments she moves around on all fours.
(Incidentally, her backstory’s already been partially revealed and it’s going to expand much further in “Taking Control”.)
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