This is a decision I am staunchly behind you on.CounterAttack said:
Does this include mine? If so, I can always brighten him up a little.
One final question: What species of Pokemon can be caught with an Old Rod and a Good Rod, respectively?
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One final question: What species of Pokemon can be caught with an Old Rod and a Good Rod, respectively?
I will specify which Pokémon can be caught when fishing. It'll depend on where you're fishing, rather than the rod you're using.Hjalmar Fryklund said:
I'm sorry, but I can't accept your character, no matter what reasons you give. The appearance, the talents, the biography, the Pokémon - I specifically said no pseudo-legendaries, and your Growlithe would not know Ember at level 5 - and you've given him 'an unknown amount of treasure'. How does he not know how much he's carrying?Veldie said:
To me, it looks a lot like you just skimmed over the OP instead of thoroughly reading it. Again, I'm sorry but I can't accept your character.
Fair enough then. That does make me curious though, what difference would a better rod make? Higher chance of catching a rare find?CounterAttack said:
Encountering a Rare Find depends on your reason for having it on your team.Hjalmar Fryklund said:
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On that note, I should specify how catching Pokémon will work. When I give a list of catchable Pokémon, you are free to catch them however you want. Catching Pokémon is up to you guys: I won't have any influence on how you catch them, or how the wild Pokémon battle against you. I will, however, specify the levels of your latest additions when I update the team listings.
Sure, but I still want to know if a better rod makes any difference. I wouldn't want to go out of my way to find a better rod if it turns out I won't get some better performance (in some way) out of it.CounterAttack said:
Sounds good to me. Speaking of which, how would Pokemon´s stats work in this RP? Would we be going stricly by mathematics or would we be more flexible?
Also, I hate nagging people online, but I need to know if there are any problems with the character I have made so far (not counting the Biography and Stater Pokemon sections, which I haven't elaborated enough on).
Hmm. In that case, a better rod that comes from Gensia would likely incorporate some sort of device to search for specific Pokémon, or give a warning when there's a bite on the line.Hjalmar Fryklund said:
Stats won't have an active effect in the role-play. They're more guidelines than rules.
It all looks good apart from the Notes section. Pokémon acting independently in battle is something I kind of expect to happen naturally; a Pokémon would probably only use Struggle if it was on the verge of fainting.
Aside from that, the Inventory could likely use a little bit of a tweak. How much food is your character carrying? Does he have more clothing than just what he's wearing? Does he have any money on him?
Dratini isnt legendary just rare and found from my chars hometown or casinos and such choose it to go with town and possible backstory sense stuff is still being made and not ironed out.CounterAttack said:
and exactly what do you not like so I can work on it?
Yeah, that sounds interesting. Maybe we should just disregard the classic rod types and go for some new ones? Like say, Regular rod, Sport rod (which has a longer line but stays close to the surface), and Depth rod (which would use echo lode to track aquatic Pokemon at the bottom of a lake)?CounterAttack said:
All right then. You might want to add that to the OP though.
Well, I wanted Henrik and other potential team recruits to be less dependent on trainer commands than most, but the Struggle part I see no loss in removing though. I'll delete the Notes section in the second draft and move the relevant information to the Starter Pokemon section instead.
Hopefully I will be done by the third or fourth draft.
By the way, you might want to tell some of the others you have rejected what I did right and they did wrong.
You should say state pokemon who evolution leads to that as Dratini isnt even very strongsocialtangent said:
Regardless its my 2nd choice so I will stick with Growlithe whos Ember has been removed
Im half blind so I miss things at times sorry
My judgement stands. I listed the Pokémon that characters cannot have as their starter. Dratini is the first on that list. I'm not sure I believe you when you say that you're half-blind. It sounds a lot like an excuse to say that you didn't properly read the OP. I'm sorry, but as the GM that's what it sounds like.Veldie said:
I repeat: your character will not be accepted.
and as I stated before the one things have been changed and asked what all needs to so I can modify and fix itCounterAttack said:
I was born with Crainalfacial disorder which caused me to need massive reconstructive sergerys on my skull and caused the loss of my sight in right eye id be happy to send you a picture of my scar to prove it :/
Name: Lorraine Capello
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Appearance: Stands tall at 6'2", with a scrappy build. He has muscle, it just tends to be lost under his clothes. His skin is light, with a slight olive tint; his facial structure is most analogous to a half-Caucasian, half-Korean. He deliberately squints with his eyes, giving him a rather shifty-looking appearance, letting only the smallest hint of intelligent green peer through. He wears a pair of goggles for bike riding, mounted on a plastic-like black mold that covers his upper face and nose like a particularly large domino mask. When not riding, however, he keeps it pushed back, at the top of his forehead, pressing his bangs back to form a jagged row hanging down over his brows.
The hair itself is odd, spiked back in a manner reminiscent of the stylized fire burning from a rocket propulsion system; the color, however, is purely outlandish: dyed neon green, with the tips of his bangs left their initial dark brown.
His expression is cocky and boisterous most of the time, but devolves into violent mania when he is displeased; any expression in-between these extremes is likely a put-on.
His clothing is most reminiscent of a thug or a free-runner. He wears a black sleeveless shirt as his bottom-most layer, over which he wears a tight-fit black jacket, that zips up the middle all the way to its collar, which goes most of the way up his neck. On the chest, a stylized blue V is displayed prominently, each arm stretching all the way up to a similarly-colored shoulder, which then is connected to a blue line stretching all the way down to the end of the sleeve, over where his forearms would be. He wears simple, dark denim jeans and black and red running shoes.
He has a somewhat outlandish blue V-buckled belt, which has a clip on his right side for holding Pokeballs.
Personality: Lorraine is a man of two extremes, two moods: on the one hand, a happy and sadistically condescending plotter and self-declared mastermind of a trainer. On the other hand, a psychotically wrathful and petty man who will devote all his energy and thought processes to the subject of his ire.
In his better moods, he holds himself almost like a gentlemen, albeit a smug one. He treats his friends like royalty, when it can be afforded, although generally in ways that don't come at any cost to him. He's something of a schmoozer, knowing just what to say and to who, not above relentless flirting or flattery with just about anyone to get what he needs. He is also something of a self-styled mastermind, enjoying manipulating people into various actions as parts of his gambits, usually taking even the most insane of outcomes into account for his plans.
When those plans go awry, however, he does not take it well. He is very capable of breaking his gentlemanly facade, and when he does, things are not pretty. His smooth voice cracks, and his volume rises significantly. His control over words fades, as does his ability to properly plot and carry out his gambits. He is quick to express his hatred for whoever caused this breakdown, as well as more and more things as his rage grows. It's been said that if he ever gets angry enough, he snaps and simply goes into sobbing fits, though he's never quite gotten that angry around company, so it's hard to say.
He very rarely takes the time to make genuine friends, treating everyone like business partners, enemies, or pawns in his games. It's the numerical equivalent of a wild card, just what would happen if he actually grew to care about someone. The closest to those feelings are the companionship he shares with his starter, Pawniard, and this is mostly expressed through extreme frustration that he won't allow himself to be a jerk to it.
Profession: A Trainer, and aspiring Champion.
Talents: Is one of, if not the most talented drivers and bike riders around. A sadly underappreciated talent when walking is the primary method of travel. He's made a skill of that as well, however, being a highly competent freerunner. At his best, he can get through a route without being forced into a single Pokemon encounter through use of acrobatic maneuvering around tall grass. He is something of a brawler at heart, and can take most humans in a straight-up fight. This skill is ultimately worthless against Pokemon, however, at which time he tends to partake in his free-running skills to flee the scene.
Is a schmoozer, a smooth-talker, and above all else a (on the surface) people pleaser. He finds just what to say and what to do to win your heart, so he can play with it to his contentment.
Starter Pokémon:
Pawniard, Male (Name: Yaku)
-SCRATCH
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-
Inventory:
-2x Spare Clothes
-1x Spare Shoes
-1x Premier Ball
-4x Pokeball
-3x Potions
-2x Antidote
-1x Awakening
-1x Oran Berry (held by Pawniard)
Hometown: Castelia City, Unova
Biography: Born to pleasant, happy parents in Castelia City, Lorraine was neither of those things. His father, a traveling Pokemon trainer, was gone from home often, which led to growing feelings of bitterness from his son. Not for abandoning him, but rather for not taking him with. He saw all the other children with Pokemon of their own, but he had none; he yearned to take his journey and take on the Pokemon League; but his father insisted he stay out of the training life, for his own safety. It was a life that was too fraught with peril for him to live.
Lorraine came to the conclusion that that was nothing but an excuse. If it was dangerous then he could just come home, couldn't he? It wasn't too dangerous for his father, so it wouldn't be too dangerous for him. He left home, and tried to acquire a Pokemon of his own.
He failed. With no money for Pokeballs, and not enough power to steal one from anyone else, he was left all alone in the streets of Castelia. He refused to go home, or to ask anyone for help, his own feelings of pride clouding his vision as he drove himself further and further into despair and the underbelly of the city. With no Pokemon, he decided he'd do the next best thing, and control other people. He made friends, allies, and lackeys out of everyone he could, and cobbled together an association of trainers, all under his thumb. They spread out across the city, wreaking havoc on anyone who pissed off their dreaded leader. He set himself up as an information broker; anyone who so much as twitched in his city, he knew about it. Anyone he didn't know about would feel his wrath. He set himself up in a high-rise apartment, with all he could ever ask for. Money, the fear and admiration of hundreds of people, the silver tongue to win any woman he could want. What more could he have wanted?
Then, one day, he was stopped in an alleyway by a desperate and hungry Pawniard, who tried to steal his food. He floored such a weak and emaciated Pokemon easily, but when he tried to walk away he couldn't seem to get far. A nagging, infuriating itching at the back of his head only grew whenever he tried to leave, and he couldn't understand it. For the longest time, he'd convinced himself that he didn't need Pokemon anymore, that he had found something better. That was what he kept telling himself as he scooped up the Pawniard, walked down to the local Pokemart, and bought a set of Pokeballs. He tapped one against the Pawniard, and captured it.
He spent the next several weeks cooped up in his apartment, deep in thought as he examined his newest acquisition. Nobody came in or out of that place. Until finally, he emerged with news: he was done with his empire. He gave control over to his most trusted Lieutenant, with the declaration that if this was his route to power, he'd hit the ceiling. He couldn't get higher as an information broker than where he was. That wasn't enough. He wanted fame and recognition across the whole word, and the only way to do that, he figured, was with Pokemon.
Hearing of this new region, Gensia, he and his Pawniard, renamed Yaku, set off from the harbor towards the new region and new journey. He'd find his route to power as the Pokemon Champion. Then they'd all know his name. Then his father would see what happens when you tell Lorraine Cappello he can't do something.
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Appearance: Stands tall at 6'2", with a scrappy build. He has muscle, it just tends to be lost under his clothes. His skin is light, with a slight olive tint; his facial structure is most analogous to a half-Caucasian, half-Korean. He deliberately squints with his eyes, giving him a rather shifty-looking appearance, letting only the smallest hint of intelligent green peer through. He wears a pair of goggles for bike riding, mounted on a plastic-like black mold that covers his upper face and nose like a particularly large domino mask. When not riding, however, he keeps it pushed back, at the top of his forehead, pressing his bangs back to form a jagged row hanging down over his brows.
The hair itself is odd, spiked back in a manner reminiscent of the stylized fire burning from a rocket propulsion system; the color, however, is purely outlandish: dyed neon green, with the tips of his bangs left their initial dark brown.
His expression is cocky and boisterous most of the time, but devolves into violent mania when he is displeased; any expression in-between these extremes is likely a put-on.
His clothing is most reminiscent of a thug or a free-runner. He wears a black sleeveless shirt as his bottom-most layer, over which he wears a tight-fit black jacket, that zips up the middle all the way to its collar, which goes most of the way up his neck. On the chest, a stylized blue V is displayed prominently, each arm stretching all the way up to a similarly-colored shoulder, which then is connected to a blue line stretching all the way down to the end of the sleeve, over where his forearms would be. He wears simple, dark denim jeans and black and red running shoes.
He has a somewhat outlandish blue V-buckled belt, which has a clip on his right side for holding Pokeballs.
Personality: Lorraine is a man of two extremes, two moods: on the one hand, a happy and sadistically condescending plotter and self-declared mastermind of a trainer. On the other hand, a psychotically wrathful and petty man who will devote all his energy and thought processes to the subject of his ire.
In his better moods, he holds himself almost like a gentlemen, albeit a smug one. He treats his friends like royalty, when it can be afforded, although generally in ways that don't come at any cost to him. He's something of a schmoozer, knowing just what to say and to who, not above relentless flirting or flattery with just about anyone to get what he needs. He is also something of a self-styled mastermind, enjoying manipulating people into various actions as parts of his gambits, usually taking even the most insane of outcomes into account for his plans.
When those plans go awry, however, he does not take it well. He is very capable of breaking his gentlemanly facade, and when he does, things are not pretty. His smooth voice cracks, and his volume rises significantly. His control over words fades, as does his ability to properly plot and carry out his gambits. He is quick to express his hatred for whoever caused this breakdown, as well as more and more things as his rage grows. It's been said that if he ever gets angry enough, he snaps and simply goes into sobbing fits, though he's never quite gotten that angry around company, so it's hard to say.
He very rarely takes the time to make genuine friends, treating everyone like business partners, enemies, or pawns in his games. It's the numerical equivalent of a wild card, just what would happen if he actually grew to care about someone. The closest to those feelings are the companionship he shares with his starter, Pawniard, and this is mostly expressed through extreme frustration that he won't allow himself to be a jerk to it.
Profession: A Trainer, and aspiring Champion.
Talents: Is one of, if not the most talented drivers and bike riders around. A sadly underappreciated talent when walking is the primary method of travel. He's made a skill of that as well, however, being a highly competent freerunner. At his best, he can get through a route without being forced into a single Pokemon encounter through use of acrobatic maneuvering around tall grass. He is something of a brawler at heart, and can take most humans in a straight-up fight. This skill is ultimately worthless against Pokemon, however, at which time he tends to partake in his free-running skills to flee the scene.
Is a schmoozer, a smooth-talker, and above all else a (on the surface) people pleaser. He finds just what to say and what to do to win your heart, so he can play with it to his contentment.
Starter Pokémon:
Pawniard, Male (Name: Yaku)
-SCRATCH
-
-
-
Inventory:
-2x Spare Clothes
-1x Spare Shoes
-1x Premier Ball
-4x Pokeball
-3x Potions
-2x Antidote
-1x Awakening
-1x Oran Berry (held by Pawniard)
Hometown: Castelia City, Unova
Biography: Born to pleasant, happy parents in Castelia City, Lorraine was neither of those things. His father, a traveling Pokemon trainer, was gone from home often, which led to growing feelings of bitterness from his son. Not for abandoning him, but rather for not taking him with. He saw all the other children with Pokemon of their own, but he had none; he yearned to take his journey and take on the Pokemon League; but his father insisted he stay out of the training life, for his own safety. It was a life that was too fraught with peril for him to live.
Lorraine came to the conclusion that that was nothing but an excuse. If it was dangerous then he could just come home, couldn't he? It wasn't too dangerous for his father, so it wouldn't be too dangerous for him. He left home, and tried to acquire a Pokemon of his own.
He failed. With no money for Pokeballs, and not enough power to steal one from anyone else, he was left all alone in the streets of Castelia. He refused to go home, or to ask anyone for help, his own feelings of pride clouding his vision as he drove himself further and further into despair and the underbelly of the city. With no Pokemon, he decided he'd do the next best thing, and control other people. He made friends, allies, and lackeys out of everyone he could, and cobbled together an association of trainers, all under his thumb. They spread out across the city, wreaking havoc on anyone who pissed off their dreaded leader. He set himself up as an information broker; anyone who so much as twitched in his city, he knew about it. Anyone he didn't know about would feel his wrath. He set himself up in a high-rise apartment, with all he could ever ask for. Money, the fear and admiration of hundreds of people, the silver tongue to win any woman he could want. What more could he have wanted?
Then, one day, he was stopped in an alleyway by a desperate and hungry Pawniard, who tried to steal his food. He floored such a weak and emaciated Pokemon easily, but when he tried to walk away he couldn't seem to get far. A nagging, infuriating itching at the back of his head only grew whenever he tried to leave, and he couldn't understand it. For the longest time, he'd convinced himself that he didn't need Pokemon anymore, that he had found something better. That was what he kept telling himself as he scooped up the Pawniard, walked down to the local Pokemart, and bought a set of Pokeballs. He tapped one against the Pawniard, and captured it.
He spent the next several weeks cooped up in his apartment, deep in thought as he examined his newest acquisition. Nobody came in or out of that place. Until finally, he emerged with news: he was done with his empire. He gave control over to his most trusted Lieutenant, with the declaration that if this was his route to power, he'd hit the ceiling. He couldn't get higher as an information broker than where he was. That wasn't enough. He wanted fame and recognition across the whole word, and the only way to do that, he figured, was with Pokemon.
Hearing of this new region, Gensia, he and his Pawniard, renamed Yaku, set off from the harbor towards the new region and new journey. He'd find his route to power as the Pokemon Champion. Then they'd all know his name. Then his father would see what happens when you tell Lorraine Cappello he can't do something.
He's less "dark" and more "dangerously psychotic, with maybe a 2% chance of becoming a better person".
Char has been erased and making a completely new one
Major changes is now a female and sense your concerned people are to much of downers im making her a happy char to brighten everything up.
Major changes is now a female and sense your concerned people are to much of downers im making her a happy char to brighten everything up.
No. The only reason Riolu is from Iron Island is because of Riley in Diamond/Pearl/Platinum. In fact, I'm adding Riolu to the list of Pokémon that may not be chosen.mcpop9 said:
Same here, any issues, don't hesitate to ask. I am by no means a writer but my backstory and other bits are a bit suck.Hjalmar Fryklund said:
Also, there don't seem to be any real downers amongst the group, am I missing something?
There hasn't been much in the way of real downers that stuck by this one. Most popped up on the first page and then, upon being rejected, left for another RP thread that was more up their street.Donuteater2 said: