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 Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 6:27 pm
READ THIS BEFORE SENDING A PROFILE TO ME, VIA PM:
See that title? I want that title to be different, for starters. Other then that, this is that RP thread I was speaking of Banty. Other then that, everyone, we need 5 people. 5, one to lead each of the 'Gangs'. These, which will be named by their founders, must be sent to me PM, ALONG WITH THE PROFILE FOR YOUR CHARACTER. This is the same with regular people joining. Send me the profile via PM, which the skeleton shall be below.
Gang leaders: You are not omniscent, besides maybe a little with your Gangs affairs, saying you assigned it. But you can't intercept someone else's super secret operation 100 miles away on a gut feeling.Other then that, Gang leaders are special people. They obviously wanted to help start up the RP, and joined, or were just looking for a good time. With me included, we need 4 LEADERS.
Gang Number One: Joltik Junkies. Leader: Damien (Username: Zigbon) Territory; Lower East
Gang Number Two: Rumbling Rydons. Leader: Calronz (Username: Zacheriah Neoson) Territory; Upper West
Gang Number Three: Imperial Bisharps. Leader: Tarric (Username: Johnel Lance) Territory; Dead Center
Gang Number Four: UNKNOWN
Gang Number Five: UNKNOWN
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Profile Skeleton for Leaders:
Username:
Character:
Age:
Gang Name:
Territory (Upper West, Lower West, Dead Center, Upper East, Lower East?):
Bio (1 Paragraph, please and thank you):
Image (Not entirely necessary off the bat, but it would DEFINITELY be appreciated.):
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Profile for Gang Recruits:
Username:
Character:
Age:
Gang:
Rank (Must be approved my a leader if you want Co-Captain):
Bio (1 Paragraph please):
Image (Not needed off the bat, really, but would be much appreciated):
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 6:52 pm
PLEASE READ THE STORYLINE BEFORE POSTING ANYTHING:
The region of Erilla is falling apart at it's poorly stitched seams. Other then the barren wastelands, which once used to be populated with life of several species of Pokemon. Almost everyone is accusing each other for the cause of the blight. Adding more anger and hatred to the mix, the five 'Gangs' of the region are seething at each, screaming cries of war. And even if someone tries to keep peace, they are silenced by the bloodlust.
And the true evil, lurking in the shadows, is the most unlikely suspect of all.
As life is slowly draining from the once beautiful Erilla, there seems to be only one option: War. And nothing may be able to stop it. Until the Legendary Pokemon, Mew. finds and deems someone worthy of possessing the skills of it's powers, the region cannot be saved.
Hope is bleak.
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Username: Zigbon
Character: Damien
Age: 17
Gang Name: Joltik Junkies
Territory: Lower East
Bio: He grew up with a generator lulling him to sleep every night at the Power Plant. The powers of the electric current fascinated him as a child, and he found an almost uncanny knack for mechanics. As he began flunking almost every class besides Science, his parent's patience became thin with the adolescent.
When they pulled him out of the school and moved far away from the home he had loved in Kanto, he kept to himself for two long years, for the most part. He organized himself, after capturing some companions, and announced a after-school club for known as 'Joltik Junkies'. Although most laughed at him, some actually admired the idea. Soon he had a nice posse of 20 members.
That's when power drove him farther into corruption. He abandoned all school related activities, even abandoned his home, and left, farther then civilization had grasped. An abandoned factory became the home of the radical group. Soon, more members were forced to join the cult Damien soon lead at the tender age of 15. Some members were even older then he was. But he beat them down with an iron fist.
Pokemon(Optional until RP starts, Levels don't even matter): Galvantula, Ampharaos, MagnezoneImage: 
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 3:57 pm
Damien had it up to here with his new home. Saying that he was planted in the middle of a wasteland, scavenging for food when they weren't hitting a city for it's resources, he felt extremely tired of his job. Leading was fun when there was actually s**t to survive on, he thought. The jabbering of recruits about the obvious situation of disappearing Pokemon in the middle of the night, Calronz and the Rhydon morons riling up his higher ups, and the fact that every day they are closer to starvation, all of this made his head pound and his heart ache for Kanto.
Erilla sucked a**, for one of the largest regions on the planet. Water, no problem, there was a river about half a kilometer out, and that he repaired the pipe lines on his spare time allowed them to chug straight from the factory faucets. Which wasn't healthy, with all the lead in the pipes. "No wonder they were going stupid." He chuckled lightly.
Everyone was blind that, obviously, the other Gangs weren't destroying the place. There was someone, something, doing this. Machinery? Yes. That much, Damien could tell. Only a matter of time this became a deserted hunk of rock.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 7:09 pm
Covered by darkness Romano watched the city streets below him and the citizens as the walked talking in hushed tones hoping not to catch the attention of what might lurk in the shade of the alleyways and just get home to continue a life of safe denial. That was until he saw a lowly drug pusher trying to sell on a nearby corner and definately not for the benifit of his orginazation. The man who considered himself an emperor smiled before sitting at his desk. Here he was surrounded on all sides by enemies yet they could not scratch him. Hell they can't even discover his name. Romano was content to let them continue killing eatchother while he continued to grow stronger. He picks up the phone and in a mere five minutes the lowly drug pusher would become another face lost to the city with no one to look for him or even care. I rule them all from the shadow I am their master and soon all shall feel my power.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 8:01 pm
She walked around the poor land, the trees dieing and Pokemon vanishing. It made her sad watching all the land die, in waste of all the other humans, fights went about and many other depressing things.She walked around the city hiding hopeing no one would see her. She wondered around about ever where just looking at things like broken houses.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 8:27 pm
In an abandoned building of the upper west side, a young man sat, a toothpick cradled in his mouth a bored disposition displayed fully upon his face. Punk rap music could be heard from the floors below, some of his gang just getting rowdy and anxious, but at the moment, he didn't care for it. The news was on a broken TV, half the picture faded, but still giving the evening news like nobodies business. Same old boring s**t, though, nothing really to notice save for just being int he know. Afterall, Power wasn't just brute strength, there was power in knowledge, after all.
The news moved on to the lack of Pokemon and plantlife in town. It had been happening for a while now, and nobody knew why. He could think up several conspiracy theories, if he wanted to, but they were just that, theories. Maybe it was time to figure out the real reason why. Standing up, he spat out the toothpick he stood up and picked up a few Pokeballs that was next to him on a table. Opening the door, he went downstairs to address his group.
If whatever was causing this was a form of power, he wanted it.
And Calronz always gets the power he sets his sights on.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 12:04 pm
Luka: She still wondered around till she was out of the city, in the distance she could see a factory she walked over to it and curiously poked her head in side the door way, and walked around looking at it but hid in the shadows trying not to be seen by anyone.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 3:06 pm
Romano sighed and turned of the TV. This current trend of Pokemon just suddenly vanishing from their native lands was starting to unerve even a man as confident as Romano. Whether caused by human hands or not there is something more going on here and I want to know what. He snaps his fingers and as if in a flash a Bisharp is standing next to him. "Bisharp go round up some wild Pokemon I need to see if there is a reason for these disapearances." The dark and steel type goes to its knee like a knight kneeling before its king and disapears as quickly as it had apeared. Romano leans back know wonder whether he should use his legitimate business researchers to look into the issue or his loyal members of the Imperial Bisharps. While those that have sworn their lives to him and took on the titles of both the serfs and knights were the utmost loyal Romano's legitamate researchers were sometimes quicker at coming up with conclusions due to their more objective approach. He decided to go to his computer and scan through his personal files to help in this decision.
(A really feel that a good crime lord also has a side of legitimate buisness savy. Also I've decided that instead of Grunts and Adims I'll call Imperial Bisharp members Serfs and Knights.)
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 6:52 pm
He poked the small, fizzled screen of the observation camera. Some half naked, pink haired woman randomly strolling into an almost all-male factory compound of a gang? Please tell me there's a shower scene too. He snorted. He leaned back on his chair. His Galvantula, smaller then his head, crawled from his pocket, onto his arm, looking into Damien's eyes. He nodded at it, and it jumped extremely high, and fast, to the ceiling. It crawled through a crack in the top of the doorway, and jumped on the female's shoulder.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 7:10 pm
Luka: She felt something on her shoulder and looked over at it and her eyes widened and she screamed a little. Then she put her hands over her mouth and looked over at the spider pokemon and almost passed out* '' What do u want?? huh?'' she said to the creepy thing*
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 7:16 pm
He opened the door at the top of the staircase, "He's not creepy. He's adorable, and his name is Crawler." He stared at her. Just about as developed as a 23 year old or so, which he really couldn't stop himself from looking at every couple of minutes. He sighed. half-naked, dressed in pink, and apparently not liking the Bug types.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 7:25 pm
Luka: She rolled her eyes an blew in a dog whistle and a Zoroark an up beside her with a pink skirt in its mouth* She put it on and looked up at the man and the Zoroark growled a him* ''Well im sorry, i never really liked bugs - n - i like some but not all''. ''Is this your factory''?
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 7:45 pm
He sneered right back at the doglike creature. "This isn't just my factory. Oh, I don't suppose you met my faculty?" He snapped his fingers, and a couple of men exited some rooms next to her. He quirked an eyebrow, "Of course, I can't hurt you. That nasty Zoroak will kill me." His face darkened.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 7:54 pm
Luka:'' Well im sorry for wasting your time and i would rather not get into a fight ,with how bad this place is anyways well i-i mean the region and such'' ... She huged onto the zoroark scared. Zoroark kept his eye on the man but started growling deeper*
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