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[LostPrimarch]

Here is the cs page. Be sure to read the lore before making a CS here. let me know if you need any help.

Image: (No real pictures please, and try to avoid the ultra cartoony looks like the show.)
Name:
Age: (any above 10.)
Occupation: (do you have a job, do you go to school?)
Height:
Weight:
Distinguishing features: (Tattoos, scars, etc.)

Personality: (who are you as a person)
Backstory: (Before the pokemon, and the month since acquiring them.)
Faction: (You can be factionless, but that offers the risk of not having backup and getting jumped.)
Goals: (What do you hope to achieve in life.)
Fears: (What do you not want to happen most in life.)

Pokemon partner: (your pokemon)
Partners personality: (they have their own personality of course.)
Unique trait: (This is something not universal to the species, it is not their trait or ability. For example Bulbasaur was very good with babies using his lullaby on the upset togepi and eggecute in pikachus vacation. Ash’s mom’s Mr. Mime is very good at helping out around the house. And team rockets meowth is very good at spewing word vomit.)
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List of claimed Pokemon

#137 Porygon (me)
#92 Gastly (NPC)
#845 Cramorant (NPC)
#63 Abra (NPC)
#374 Beldum (NPC)
#570 Zorua ( Charcoal_Lilly50 )
#562 Yamask ( OverconfidentMagi )
#129 Magikarp (Me2)
#403 Shinx ( Takumi98 )
#686 Inkay ( Spoiled Bread )​

 

[LostPrimarch]

Name: Jack Ripley
Age: 19yrs
Occupation: College student, Hacker for hire.
Height: 6ft 1in
Weight: 165lbs
Distinguishing features: Bright green eyes, and hair constantly dyed Pale greenish white.

Personality: Jack is a young man who has a pretty unique sense of justice. He doesn’t believe in hurting people rather he fights against the evils of the world by exposing them as he believes darkness is best countered by enlightenment. However he does believe that violence has a place, it is the final act of a desperate defense against a perceived attack. Therefor he will go out of his way to conceal his true motif, and keep people unaware of his attacking them until he holds all the cards and retaliatory violence becomes impossible. That said he is still inexperienced in the world, and a bit naive often more concerned with what should be than what actually is. That said he does factor in realism and the consequences of his actions more than most, however that doesn’t help when you always think you are correct.
Backstory: Jack grew up poor as dirt to a family that struggled to deal with addiction and legal trouble constantly. While he never really struggled with addiction like his parents and their siblings, however he did get in trouble with the law on more than one occasion. Primarily for his illicit hackingg which he started at the tender age of nine years old, spending long hours online to discover the in er workings of the web and programming while his parents slept in drug induced binges. Yet his trouble would catch up to him when he would be caught trying to take a couple thousand from his dads company to pay for a computer set up he hoped would let him power his way into the CIA database to prove his conspiracy theory that the Cia was pushing the drugs into the country to dull the population. Talented as he was, the pentagon had a thousand like him who quickly shut him down and found him. He was charged with house arrest and denied access to the internet in any form other than monitored school hours.

Shortly after this He was knocked off his feet by a glowing crystal flying through his window and slamming into his chest. A drawing if a weird angular duck appeared on it and shortly afterwards his electricity surged and his stashed phone started ringing. When he answered it a dialup tone would emit followed by a series of strange sounds before the call ended and his screen started flashing rows and rows of code. Curious and needing answers Jack pulled out his stashed laptop from his mattress and would plug the phone into it letting the strange program into the laptop but keeping it off the web. In an instant the program tore through the firewalls of his computer and took command of the thing, even while he frantically trued his best to counter it, the effort was about as effective as a tomato is at stopping a train. Finally it linked itself to the web and shortly afterwards vanished from his computer carried off into the vast data streams of the internet.

He thought that was the end of it but moments later the program returned, it dominated him computer once again before the words “Hello, I am Porygon.” Appeared on the screen. The next month was filled with Jack conversing with this strange program named Porygon. He came to understand a great many things. Apparently porygon came from another world and could do amazing things to data. The creature itself was like a living sentient data stream, and studying its capabilities and exploring them allowed Jack to basically claim control over the internet with basically no defense against his new hacking methods and no way of tracking it back to him. He scoured the internet finding data of countless others, he discovered a growing terrorist group, and a government retaliation group being formed. Fearing a decent into madness where these strange and wonderous creatures were weaponized jack managed to reach out to several of these trainers like him and actually managed to get a few of them to band together to form the league. While he remains anonymous even amongst his members the data and intel he feeds them basically is the only thing that evens the playing field and keeps them one step ahead of the government agents hunting them, or the terroristic plots of the Rebirth group. However the sharp rise in chaos has made him contemplate if staying hidden is the right way to go about making change.
Faction: The League.
Goals: To prevent us from becoming a world where Pokémon are weapons of war.
Fears: The government

Pokemon partner: #137 Porygon

Partners personality: Porygon is a jovial little practical joker who voraciously consumes information and seems to live for learning. however it requires alot of affection and comforting from Jack because it is often saddened by the thing’s it learns humans have done to each other and the rest of the world. It also seems to have a serious personal problem will Viruses, Artificial intelligence, and the targeting systems of weapons as it will cripple any of them it comes across and consume their data.

Unique trait: Porygon can actually communicate in english through texts, text to speech apps and even mixing and matching videos and songs to communicate.​

 

[LostPrimarch]

Name: Gerald Grommit
Age: 54yrs
Occupation: Retired veteran, Full time grandpa.
Height: 6ft 5in
Weight: 297lbs
Distinguishing features: the man has scars everywhere and looks to be literally made of muscle and grit.

Personality: Gerald may look like a grouchy old man, but the truth is quite the opposite. He is a gentle and kind man who can be trusted to never try to hurt another without adequate reason. Even birds will land on his finger. He seems to live for the sole purpose of putting more joy into the world, sadly he does this out of guilt for the atrocities he has done in the name of honor and national duty. Having fought in more than a dozen battlefields Gerald carries with him ghosts of the men he failed to save, and the ones he directly killed and seems to be actually incapable of bringing himself to fight anymore because of this having more rhan once taken a beating without raising a hand in his defense. However he is still a protector and guardian and threatening his grandkid’s or harming anyone he cares about will likely get you a one way trip to the afterlife, even if Gerald has to cry himself to sleep for a few more weeks after that.

Backstory: Born in 1968, Gerald grew up watching the war in Vietnam wrap up and was always hearing pro soldier opinions from his retired army vet of a father. So it was not question that he would join the army as soon as he could after all to him those boys were heroes to him. So in 1986 he joined the service and would go all the way to the army rangers before being transferred to a black ops unit. When the gulf war erupted he was a crucial part to why it only lasted a year. However his tour s in the middle east were nightmarish, nights spent in the brutal desert lulled to sleep by mortar fire and the retort of automatic weapons. It was in this conflict that he became a monster in his eyes. Everyone and anyone could be an enemy in disguse and he would treat them as such to do any less would be a disservice to the men who looked to him for leadership. Or so he had thought, that thought crumbled when a surprise attack on their convoy had killed many of his brothers. In a fury he tracked the men back to their base of operations and killed them to the man.

He was discharged after that but not dishonorably. However the act had broken him, no matter what he did he could see their faces, their pleading eyes, worse whenever he started to hate himself he would see h the e bloody faces of his brother and be once again enraged, but fully aware that it did not justify his actions. He was honestly worried he would never be able to make up for the horrors he had done when the cost of such acts finally came for him. His noble service had inspired his own son to go and be a “hero”, and two years later he had to bury his only child. He wanted to collapse and crumble into nonexistence knowing that the pain and loss would never go away, however he didnt. He had to hold himself together because his son left behind two children who had no one since they also lost their mother to the grief a few days after their father had fallen in battle.
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Gerald has raised the two children for the past eight years. They are now twelve and ten and have helped take care of gerald as much as he has done so for them. As if aware of the darkness in their grandpas eyes they bring him light, give him a reason to live and though he feels he does not deserve it, they bring him absolution. A chance to make lives better rather than destroy them. Honestly he was surprised when the crystal slammed into his chest but managed to keep his feet under him. His surprise turned to amusement when the crystal plopped a wet chunky fish on his floor. He was gonna just eat it but its Golden scales convinced him something was special about this mysterious fish. He has kept the thing in a fish tank lately and is surprised to find it lets him pet it and even seems intelligent enough to recognize him and his grandkids as different people and even has a different attitude towards them.

Faction: The League
Goals: To prevent the world from going to hell before his grandkids even have a chance to get into it.
Fears: Anyone going after his loved ones, having to use violence to defend people.

Pokemon partner: #129 Magikarp

Partners personality: Magikarp is a rather bold little fish. He doesnt run from a touch and seems to nuzzle peoples hands except for the grandson charles whome he will only ever splash water on. Its golden scales are very shiny and beautiful…something it seems aware of as it often poses for pictures..
Unique trait: This magikarp is Gold, it can jump clear into the clouds.​

 

[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Name: Ivy Grayson
Age: 24
Occupation: Pastry Chef/Bakery Shop Owner
Height: 5'5
Weight: 127 lbs
Distinguishing features: An old burn mark on her upper left arm that she keeps hidden

Personality: Just like the treats she creates, Ivy's a rather sweet woman. Anything from cookies to tarts she can make from scratch, making sure to put her heart into her work. She tells people that's the secret as to why they're so good, even the food that aren't confections. Ivy tends to lend a helping hand where she can as her moral compass has always pointed towards doing the right thing; and it brings her an equal amount of joy that cooking/baking brings. They seem to bring about the same smiles. If someone needs help, and Ivy's nearby, she'll volunteer herself before anyone can ask. Ivy tries to remember her favorite customers and even works out deals with them depending on how kind they are to her. Those who are close to her she tends to be very protective of, willing to do what she must to preserve their safety and happiness.

Backstory: Growing up Ivy hand a rather normal childhood. The town she was raised in was on the smaller scale, but still big enough that you wouldn't be able to memorize everyone that lived there. From a young age she was always a rather helpful kid as she'd volunteer to help her teachers and classmates if they needed an extra hand. Putting things away, cleaning up, setting up, etc. Ivy was always ready to help. This caused her to be well liked by those who met her. Though it did lead to times where she was taken advantage of, Ivy learned over time how to put a stop to it with the help of her friends and parents.
As Ivy got older, she found her love for making sweet around early high school age and decided that she wanted to become a pastry chef after she graduated. In the meantime, she decided to broaden her horizon, and her palate. Learning new dishes to cook from her school's instructors, and what recipes she could find online to test out at home. After graduating Ivy moved to the city that the pastry school was located in where she lived in apartment while she worked and went to school. It took around a year before she once again graduated since she took an accelerated course. The shop that she had been working at was a small mom and pop shop that had Ivy working as their main baker after asking to see her talent.
Time went on like normal until the owners decided to sell the business. When Ivy heard the news she was crushed as she had grown to deeply love the store along with the two owners. But they assured her that everything was going to be fine, because the person they wanted to sell it to was her. After repeatedly asking if they were sure Ivy accepted the reality with joy. Part of her dream was coming true! For the next few years Ivy's business flourished under her ownership. People were coming in from towns over just to try the sweets she made.
One night after Ivy locked up the store and was headed home, she was knocked onto her butt by something she originally didn't notice in that moment. When she looked towards her lap the young woman noticed an odd-looking crystal with what she thought was a fox etched in it. A moment later a small black fox appeared out of the crystal, the image seemed to be a poor drawing attempt of the little creature. Confused and unsure of what exactly to do Ivy scooped the little black and red fox up in her arms and carried it home with her. It awoke a while after making it to the woman's apartment. Scared and confused it ran around as Ivy tried to catch it before ultimately hiding under her bed.
A week went by before the little creature, she learned to be known as Zorua, felt safe enough to come out from under the bed. Ivy spent time talking to Zorua in attempts to get to know it better. One night when she was watching TV she noticed that Zorua seemed to take particular interest in cartoons.
During the past month together, Ivy learned a great deal about the little fox that had entered her life. The most notable thing being that this little guy had a talent for making illusions. They weren't very big most of the time, Ivy noticed that Zorua seemed to like to take on the illusion of a small child and mutely beg Ivy to let it go with her. It was adorable! Ivy absolutely loves having Zorua in her life as he helps her from feeling lonely in the city.


Faction: The League
Goals: Open a chain of bakeries across the country, maybe even the world, along with helping make the world safe for Pokémon to co-exist
Fears: Zorua being taken from her and turned into a weapon that will hurt people

Pokémon partner: Zorua

Partners personality: Zorua tends to be a timid, but sweet little creature who tries to spend all its time with Ivy. Its favorite pass time by far has to be when it gets read children's stories and watch cartoons as it typically means that he gets to sit in Ivy's lap while getting brushed. Zorua always tries to replicate what it sees through the power of illusion, he gets excited when he sees Ivy smiling and laughing. Though he doesn't really like fighting, he does want to be strong to protect Ivy.
When trying to hide in plain sight Zorua takes on the illusionary form of a boy who looks no older than 5 years old (When doing so Zorua is incapable of verbally communicating, so Ivy passes him off as just a mute child).
Unique trait: Zorua secretly as a keen sense of taste, usually helping Ivy pick out only the best ingredients for her cooking.
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Spoiler: Human Illusion

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Name:
Maika Greenhill
Age: 22
Occupation: Agency Recruiter
Height: 5'2
Weight: 140 lbs
Distinguishing features: beauty mark below her left eye

Personality: Maika is a caring and observant person, yet she can be quite manipulative when something or someone she really care is threatened. She's avert to bloody violence due to her trauma.

Backstory: Maika was a regular college student studying to become a teacher while working at nearby cafe for a living. Then one day she got hit by crystal while taking a nap, it broke through her window and knocked the air out of her chest. The crystal had a faint depiction of many tendrils on it and not long after she examined the crystal a squid-like creature came out of it. She wasn't sure how to deal with it but just like a cat, the creature simply started living with her. It was fun. The creature's silly antics made her and her little brother's days brighter. They called the creature Pudding, because that was his favorite food.
However, one day they got raided. A dozen or so people with full military equipments broke into her house at night. After that... what happened after that?? She wasn't sure, it's like she just blinked and skipped the entire event, all the invaders were dead with bullet holes on their body. Thankfully her brother and Pudding were safe. The next day a goverment agent approached her. 'Offering' her a job in The Agency while disclosing some informations about the nature of Pudding and its impact on the world. Also, they claimed that the raid before was executed by them. They intended to take her to their base for the talk but the pokemon reacted negatively to sudden ambush like that.

From the way the agent talk, the information he spilled and the content of the contract she could feels that this is not something she's able to refuse without putting herself or even her brother in danger. So she signed it.

Faction: The Agency
Goals: Keep her brother safe and make money so he can grow up properly
Fears: horrible things happen to her brother


Pokemon partner: Inkay, he is called Pudding
Partners personality: Very playful and curious. Pudding has a habit to touch everything that seems new to him. Despite his cheery attitude he won't hesitate to exert his power against anything that threatens his trainer.
Unique trait: A sweet tooth that sometimes steal candy from babies.​

 

[Squad141]

Gaten Seymour
21 Years Old
Lighthouse Keeper and College Student
6' / 156lb

Gaten is a naturally sullen person, though with the encouragement he once had from his sister, is trying to improve. He's a very ambitious person and is great with time-management, getting assignments in on time and running a lighthouse that once required three people to work with only himself. Yet, Gaten is not cold. If anything, Gaten cares too much about certain things, the biggest being his family, or at least what's left of it. Gaten was once a very sad person, very glass-half-empty, but had tried to leave those feelings behind.

~ Gaten and his sister lived in the small coastal town of Alm Shores, where he grew up on the ground of the Great Lighthouse that his family had run for five generations. Gaten had an average interest in the family business, but certainly not as much as his parents had wished he would. Instead, Gaten was aiming to be an archaeologist, and had even begun looking at out-of-state colleges during his junior year in high school when it happened. On the way home from a college visit, a truck drove in the wrong direction. The family SUV swerved, and flew through the safety barrier on the higher road, smashing into several rocks below. His parents died instantly, and Gaten was the only survivor, his sister staying with their uncle in town.
~ After this, the remorse and guilt consumed Gaten. He quit his dreams of archaeology and joined an online community college, while devoting himself to caring for the lighthouse. For about a year, Gaten worked himself near death, sometimes thinking he saw the eyes of his parents in the beam of the lighthouse when he was alone, before his sister was able to reach him. They had a talk that night, a talk about what their parents might have thought, might have done. A talk about what happens now that they can never come back.
~ Things began to improve after that. Gaten's sister began helping him maintain the lighthouse, and even set up a mini-observatory in one of the taller rooms to gaze at the stars when the lighthouse wasn't on. Gaten still had bouts of guilt, but he stayed away from the lighthouse, and took to walks along the hills where they lived. It was during one of these walking nights that two sparkling objects shined in the distance. The lower one quickly got closer, water getting pushed from behind it as it skirted the ocean just below, before walloping Gaten in the chest, sending him flying. Getting up, Gaten encountered a an unexpected companion. What he first thought was an artifact washed ashore, floated into the air, and turned to look at him. The creature's eyes didn't seem hateful, they seemed... curious. Gaten got to his feet, and the two formally met.
~ This would not last long, however. Within the hour, vehicles pulled up to the lighthouse. Shouting rung louder than any bell, and weapon fire rained down upon the siblings. Gaten tried to get his sister, to help her escape, but the men were upon her before he could make it up the stairs to the main room. With a narrow escape, Gaten and his partner were able to get one a boat and push out to sea. Since that time, his goals have changed. With this creature by his side, and the world at stake between three warring factions, he'll do whatever is needed to get his sister back.

Gaten is currently Factionless, but is willing to work with The League if it benefits him.
His main goal, as stated above, is to retrieve his sister from the brainwashing of Rebirth.
Gaten's fears include the death of his remaining family, things deep in the ocean that he cannot comprehend, spiders, and becoming a puppet like his sister.

Bronzor

Bronzor is a curious being who is usually the one to try and nudge Gaten away from his darker decisions. The disc itself is one that enjoys exploration and investigation, but seems to understand the guilt that Gaten feels. On several occasions Bronzor has comforted Gaten, and even tried to make his runaway situation better, but heating itself up (since it's fireproof) and leaning again Gaten on the colder nights. Bronzor has also acted as a partner in crime, helping to hide when danger is coming, and open to being a distraction to gather supplies. This is also, of course, because Bronzor is excitable when it comes to plans and critical thinking.

Bronzor's unique trait comes from his polished backside, of which a strange pattern has been carved. Bronzor can turn around and when Gaten looks into the reflective surface, Bronzor can see 'the truth' of something. It could be menial or downright confusing, but most times when it's the truth about Gaten, he is only shown himself.

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Uma Seymour
20 Years Old
Lighthouse Keeper and Community Volunteer
5"5' / 127lb

Before the world imploded, Uma was a ray of sunshine in the stormy beaches of Alm Shores. She tried to remain cheerful and polite to anyone she came across (even if they truly didn't deserve it) purely because Uma's philosophy centered around the idea that if nothing is started, nothing has to rise to a climax and end woefully. This extended to her various volunteer work in Alm while her parents worked on the lighthouse, her uncle driving her between venues like car washes, bake sales, school dances, etc. even through her sophomore year in high school, due to not having a drivers license.
After the incident and the month of mental anguish, Uma is a changed woman. In an odd twist of fate, she's now much like her brother. Goal-oriented and ambitious, many would describe her as sullen, especially in the eyes.

~ Not much explaining needs to be done for Uma. On the night of her parent's death, she felt something twinge inside her as the car crashed before she even knew what had happened. It was almost like some kind of connection created by the trauma of her older brother that manifested in a closer bond between the two than ever before. After their uncle left them on and off, she watched as her brother became obsessive, watching the lighthouse with the kind of vigor one gives to a monster they must feed else it eat them instead. Things went over the line when she realized that he was even behind on schoolwork, something that never happened in her lifetime. One night, she knew she had to interject, and was regretful she hadn't done so sooner. The beam of the lighthouse was turned off, and no fog dared roll in as the two siblings sat in their small kitchen, having the conversation that would build the start of something new within the Seymour's. They started supporting eachother more than ever, making them both realize that, though she never admitted it, Uma had also been struggling. Together they cared for the lighthouse not as a ferocious monster, but as a tamable stray that had to be taught and handled with care. The siblings started to have fun again, Uma's brother got back in the groove for his classes, and she even made a makeshift observatory from one of the upper rooms in the lighthouse.
~ It was during one of the calmer nights, one where the beam was not needed, when Uma was observing the night sky through the use of her telescope. Two shining somethings appeared in the inky blackness, and the upper one zipped closer, breaking through the small hatch, twisting around the scope of the telescope up and into the chest of Uma, sending her flying into the door behind her. Regaining her feeling, she clutched the odd tablet in her hand as what had presumably fallen from the sky floated before her; a star-shaped rocky creature with carvings on it's front. Uma rarely had an hour to process what had happened, trying to converse with the strange being, before she heard shouting from below. A grappling hook extended into the hatch where her telescope had been, and several people stormed the small room, grabbing her and the meteorite-thing before she could reach the stairs. Though she wished that Gaten would rescue her, he never came, and she was soon knocked out.
~ All of that, of course, was some time ago. Hours became days, days became weeks. With both subtle and actively dangerous techniques, a sort of brainwashing occurred within Uma. It was a little belief in the logic of it all first, before reasoning, before passionate following. Now, Uma is not the same as she once was. An active member of Rebirth and a member faulted to it's ideals, Uma rarely thinks of her brother anymore. The creature she had come to call Minior never left it's shell, and she never cared to try to make it do so.

Uma is currently a member of Rebirth.
Her goals align with Rebirth and its ideals passionately.
Uma's fears include being lost without the group she found community in, being betrayed, opening the shell of Minior, and her own memories

Minior

In all honesty, Minior's personality hasn't really been all that prevalent. It had little time to interact with Uma, the one bonded with it, before she was taken by Rebirth. While it does follow her directions and her movements within the organization, Uma always feels as if it's watching her not with malice or hostility, but pity. And she can never understand why. This even extends to the fact that it's obviously wearing a shell, with some dull white light-entity below just waiting to be freed that Uma is sure could be even more powerful than Minior already is, yet it refuses to remove the ramshackle cracked exterior, especially when asked by someone other than Uma.

Minior's unique trait lies in the fact that it can open small parts of it's shell before putting it back on again quickly, thus not revealing what it looks like underneath, but completing the task Uma asks of it. ​

 

[Ciscodog]

Michael "Mikey" Tallner
16 years old
High School Student/Unemployed
5"2' (158.5 cm)
110 lb (49.9 kg)
Bright blue eyes, and short, messy, black hair.

Mikey is a gentle, but quiet soul. He never was the most confident guy, but he had grown up with a strange sense of anxiety. It was never really found why this had developed, doctors suggest genes that may have been passed on from family members. Nevertheless, if you are to successfully interact with Mikey, you will quickly find he is a kind and compassionate friend. He always has this shy undertone and is typically indecisive when it comes to many decisions. He can sometimes view himself in negative outputs when he lets his mind wander for too long. But in the end, he just wants to be safe and careful, along with anyone he can call a friend.

Mikey had always been a bit of a late bloomer. Of course, his grades were just fine, parents were proud, but he never really got respect from peers. While he was never bullied directly, he grew very paranoid of his peers, especially those who seemed to radiate a more... "immature" tone. It quickly grew from just people trying to talk to Mikey to no avail, to making a game out of trying to annoy him by pestering him during school hours. Mikey continued this anxious life for several years, and when he entered high school, he met a friend that was so similar to him. It was remarkable. They had the same interests in music, games, education, and they just seemed to click. Their only difference was that he had everything Mikey desired. Confidence, athleticism, and will power. He never spent a day without him around, and his friend loved hanging out with Mikey, too. That year was the greatest of Mikey's life. Unfortunately, that student moved the next year, leaving Mikey alone once again. He wondered why he had to leave so suddenly, and why it was never explained. Thoughts quickly developed, and the more he thought about it, the more he worried.
What if he didn't tell me something? What if it was because of who I was? Was he picked on because of me? Is that why he left? He left because of...
The window into his room shattered as a strange shard knocked him in the back of the head.

The next morning he could feel something fluffy next to him... a strange beast with blue skin and a thick white coat of fur. It had a strange sharp blade-like structure sprouting from the side of its head.
Since when did I get a dog like this?
Pain began to linger in his head, and he looked behind him to find a shard. Looking closer at it, it seemed to have a circular marking with a crescent attached to the side. He found it was attached to a string, so he wore it like a necklace. Immediately his new pet awoke from its slumber, and it seemed almost happy to see him. There was only one option for a name.

Word quickly spread about these new creatures, but afraid for what may happen if he is seen with one, he keeps his new friend out of sight from the world. He keeps the talisman in his pocket when out and about. He refuses to go any where without it, like a comfort item. Whenever he feels sad or worried, he reaches into his pocket and gives it a tight squeeze, remembering his faithful companion back home.
The news of the factions began spreading, and Mikey didn't want anything to happen to him or his closest friend, so he proceeded to keep the dog-creature a secret for as long as possible. It could not be let out. But, the League at least seemed like it was an okay faction... maybe if I must...

Factionless, may join The League if required.
Mikey's goals mainly consist of finding his friend, and protecting his new one.
His greatest fear, put aside his social and self conscious anxiety, is that his family and new pal is taken away from him, leaving him alone.

Absol "Lucas"
Lucas the Absol is very supportive. Whenever he sees Mikey feel down, Lucas proceeds to lay on his lap, awaiting nice comforting scratchies. While not directly tested, it is devoted and fiercely attached to Mikey, and would be to any of those deemed worth by Lucas' master. He does not want to see Mikey sad, and wishes to be there for him. It even feels a general sadness when Mikey leaves for school, similar to how a generic dog would.

This Absol has a special attribute regarding the fur. It seems to give off a pleasant aroma when stroked. This smell can cause anyone scratching this Absol receive a sort of "peace of mind" state. Essentially working as a comfort support animal for Mikey, this attribute does wonders for him, despite maybe not being so useful in the wild.​

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[OverconfidentMagi]

GREETING​

Name: Arthur "Art" Mason
Age: 17
Occupation: Agency Prisoner New Recruit
Height: 5'07"
Weight: 121 lbs
Distinguishing features: His golden-brown eyes turn red when Spirit is driving.

Personality: Art usually comes off as overly friendly and somewhat aloof or even evasive. This is the figurative mask he wears in order to remain on good terms with others while keeping interactions as short and sweet as possible. When this doesn't work he'll suffer through dealing with people with a smile on his face and bile pushing up his throat with each passing second. He acts more like an extrovert despite having social anxiety to such a degree that he shouldn't be able to function in public, skipping far over the normal introverted end of that scale. But he never lets anything show on the outside, he just keeps forcing everything deeper inside until it reaches critical mass. Art doesn't think much about right or wrong, good or evil, or any other moral direction, he just follows what he thinks will bring him closer to being "normal", whatever that means.

Faction: Agency - at least until they decide he's too much trouble to keep around or Spirit thinks the same of them.

Goals: Arthur just wants to live a normal life, but right now just living is taking up all of his time. Spirit just want to have a fun time at others' expense.

Fears: Arthur is scared of being judged, thinking about what other people think of him, and heights. He's recently been put through rigorous and involuntary exposure therapy to get over his fear of seeing blood and gore, thanks to Spirit.

FALLING​

Art has suffered from anxiety and depression for as long as he can recall. It started to get really bad at the end of middle school, so he was put on medication to get through the school days. That helped with the anxiety and seemed to lift his spirits, but really he was just acting for the sake of his parents and acquaintances. He still felt constantly overwhelmed and nervous and like he'd crack and puke in the middle of class any day now. Even though he acted friendly, he naturally distanced himself from others for his own and their sakes. His self-imposed isolation brought about minor bullying, which really wasn't anything serious and directed at another might not even register as bullying, but it only made him feel worse each day he took his meds and forced his feet to take him to school.

Things carried on like that until he slipped up and admitted to his parents that the medication hadn't cured him of whatever condition he supposedly had. They went back to the doctors and demanded they try something else, making a whole big thing out of it. Making Art hate himself for ever saying anything. The doctors gave him something new to try. It... worked. He couldn't say he was anxious any more or even depressed. But he didn't feel like himself either. His head was cloudy, everything dull. It was like someone had thrown a heavy gray blanket over his brain. He started to skip his meds, and once his head felt clearer for the first time in months he was terrified of feeling like that again. Of course cutting off the medication suddenly wasn't good either, and his anxiety and depression, now with added paranoia for good measure, rushed back stronger than ever.

Everything reached a head with Arthur breathing fast staring down at the street 10 floors below. He lifted his foot... and was thrown backward across the roof by something slamming into his chest violently.

Arthur recovered from being thrown across the roof almost immediately, sitting up and staring at his hands and legs like they were somehow surprising. He struggled to his feet and took a few test steps before gaining confidence and walking back to the edge and looking over. "Hey kid, you try something like that again, and I'll break both your legs. Hear me, this body is my property now, and I don't appreciate it when other people break my things. Understood?" Still perilously close to the edge, he spun on his heel and walked back to where he'd been knocked down. "Hmm? And what do we have here?" He knelt down to pick up a glowing rock or gemstone that must have been what had sent him flying. As soon as Arthur's fingers touched the stone something fell away from his face as he fell on his rear-end.

Arthur coughed his lungs out and rubbed his sore chest before looking back down at the two objects on the roof in front of him: A creepy-looking mask, and next to it a glowing stone. He had no idea what was going on, but his original plan coming up here had been derailed, so he just pocketed the strange stone - it felt warm, a meteorite maybe? - and gingerly picked up the creepy mask - he didn't want to take the thing with him but also felt he had no choice for some reason - and fled the rooftop all the way back to his room.

SPIRALING​

It was a week and a few days after Arthur had nearly killed himself only to be saved by getting hit by a rogue meteorite. A week and change. That was when everything suddenly went crazy. Even now he can't quite make sense of it all. Nothing makes sense. He's been off his meds for a month now, but nerves are the least of his problems. Who even cares if he's going insane at this point. He'd just be catching up to the world. He's even got another voice besides his own in his head nowadays, and somehow that's the most sane part of it all.

At first it was just a whisper. The mask was whispering to be put on. It moved around when he wasn't looking. If he left it in a drawer it would reappear on his desk, or if he left it out it would disappear and show up in his drawer when he went to get dressed. It wanted him to pick it up. Like all masks it wanted to be worn, this one was just better at arguing its case than most. Art was scared of even touching it, but the stone that had appeared alongside it rarely left his hand. He couldn't throw the mask out. It belonged with the stone. He knew that much. A week and change. That was when a group of men with guns and full body armor stormed his home. They were yelling at him to come out. He was panicking. He couldn't think. The stone was warm. The mask was right there. It was whispering for him to put it on. If he did that everything would be taken care of. Just put me on.

The men kicked down the door and were met by a kid wearing a strange mask. The first one in immediately shot the kid with a tranquilizer gun, but the gun refused to fire. The kid wearing that creepy mask just stared at the gun. He'd done something. "W-what? I can't- My arm!" Another one of the soldiers pushing into the room suddenly cried out. Inexplicably, he had one of his grenades - the single incendiary each soldier carried, not just one of their concussives - in his hand with the pin already out. "Shit! Get back!"

The kid still sitting on the bed a few feet away chuckled. "Bye." The room exploded.

Arthur left his bedroom through where a wall had been a minute ago. The place was ruined, but he hadn't even gotten dust on his clothes. One of the intruders was unlucky enough to survive the blast. It was a woman. She was badly burnt. "A pity." She was glaring up at him and reaching for something at her side. Another kind of toy perhaps? Her burns putrefied and blackened and she stopped moving. There was one last intruder that tried to ambush Art as he walked out the front door. This one was at least smart enough to immediately shoot to kill, having already witnessed the extermination of the main team. Unfortunately the bullet bounced off the same invisible barrier that had protected Arthur from the fireball. The masked boy sighed and looked his way. The poor soldier pleaded and struggled for all the good it did as the boy forced him to raise his gun to his own head.

Having an entire collection squad slaughtered by a single target without so much as getting eyes-on of the kid's monster was a major failure. The Agency responded by sending a more elite agent possessing a monster of their own to collect - or eliminate - the boy. Agent R had a perfect track record for recovering targets alive. Arthur proved no different in that regard, even if the confrontation left both of them under watch in an Agency hospital for weeks. R recovered first and was immediately assigned as the boy's handler. No one else could handle the boy when he snapped. The agent complained - he'd barely been able to stop Arthur the first time - but as a professional he had no choice but to follow orders.

LYING​

Pokemon partner: Yamask - He hasn't told Art his name, so Art just calls him Spirit, or Evil Spirit when annoyed.

Partners personality: Spirit is proud, violent, and absolutely ruthless. He remembers being human once and dying on the cusp of achieving his life's goal full of anger and regrets. Anger is easy to deal with, it's the regret that eats at him. In this life, in this world, he'll do whatever he wants to so that he has no regrets. He considers himself above other beings but makes sure to enjoys himself thoroughly whenever he has to lower himself to their level to break bones and spill blood. Spirit has very old-fashioned ways of thinking, especially towards women.

Unique trait: Spirit isn't used to existing as a pokemon, so he only exhibits his power when possessing a human body, meaning Art.

 

[OverconfidentMagi]

Spoiler: Bonus

Klefki when it finds out keyboards are
not in fact boards covered in keys:

Name: Agent R // Raymond "Ray" Massimo

Age: 30
Occupation: Agency Elite Officer
Height: 6'02"
Weight: 178 lbs
Distinguishing features: Impeccably overdressed, always. Silvery-blue eyes that look almost white in bright light. Scars from deep scratches on the back of his left hand.

Personality: Cold as ice, sharp enough to cut with one look. Polite, professional, and predatory. When he meets your eyes it's as if he's looking at you from somewhere high above and far away, yet still too close for comfort. It's like being in a room with a snake knowing full well that one wrong move could be the end of you. That chilling tension is Ray's calling card. Ray doesn't care much about other people. He finds them on average, average. Boring. Mundane. But people that break the mold and act in unexpected ways, those kinds of people he finds very interesting and wishes all the best for. May their irregular pursuits be fruitful. He complains about having to clean up after others but actually enjoys the work. If he isn't kept busy and productive he all too easily falls into lazy behavior patterns, such as spending entire days watching trash television shows about food from his couch while still dressed in formal wear due to his closet containing nothing else. No, his coworkers have never witnessed such things, and they never will, at least not while remaining able to speak of it. He has an image to uphold after all.

Backstory: Ray was a special agent for the government, usually tasked with infiltrating suspected criminal organizations and gathering information to arrest the whole group at once from grunt to shadowy backers. He'd just gotten done with an annoying job that had lasted about 8 months and was enjoying his first day off just relaxing and getting started on his backlog of recorded cooking shows when a meteorite blasted through his ceiling and plowed into his chest.

Despite being winded and caught off-guard, Ray reacted like he was under attack with gun in hand. He found himself face-to-face with a floating gray alien creature of all things, which he promptly shot at. The thing proved more evasive than his last few targets and eventually escaped through a shot-out window. Despite relocating after that shoot-out, the creature kept reappearing wherever Ray settled down. Finally he trapped the thing as it was trying to pick the padlock he'd put on the door as a distraction. After a lengthy interrogation involving him asking as lot of questions and the alien thing just panicking and waving its tentacle-arm-things around a lot, Ray decided to not kill the alien and observe it a while longer. He also named it Stanley, after the brand of lock it had been trying to pick. The alien really seemed to like that lock. Like in a sexual way. Ray broke off a key inside the lock as a precaution.

A little while later news of the odd creatures suddenly appearing all over the place broke, and Ray reported his situation with the alien up the chain of command. As one of the few government employees possessing one of these creatures, Ray was reassigned to the new organization formed to respond to the threat these creatures, and their human partners, pose to the world. In just a month he's already made a name for himself as the top agent for live-capture missions. If the initial team of agents sent to identify and retrieve a suspected target fails, then Ray, Agent R, is sent to see the job is done properly. This last capture was a near failure, but Stanley earned his title as Ray's partner by pulling out all the stops to bring down the problem child that was their target. Sure they both ended up in the hospital, but at least his perfect record survived.

Faction: The Agency

Goals: Ray doesn't have any important long-term goals at this point. He's just going with the flow. Once upon a time he did have the goal of knowing all of the secrets that most people had no chance of ever learning, but now that he's learned his fair share of them they're all just so... mundane. He supposes he should think about finding a partner and settling down, unfortunately for him the only women that aren't scared of him, or worse are into that, are far from his type.

Fears: Children. Ray has absolutely no idea how to deal with children. He didn't exactly have a good relationship with his parents growing up, so he doesn't know how an adult is supposed to act around a child, and he definitely doesn't plan on ever having one of the things. He's actually had nightmares about having children. They were terrifying. How is he supposed to deal with a person he can't intimidate, threaten, or torture to make do what he wants?

Pokemon partner: Stanley the Klefki
Partners personality: Stanley is... odd. He's surprisingly chill and level-headed most of the time, but he's also a kleptomaniac towards anything that's shiny and jangles and pervs on padlocks and locked doors. He hates computers with a passion, something to do with him mistakenly believing a keyboard was an actual board covered in keys. Poor guy was heartbroken. Ray had to let Stanley soak his sorrows away at the bar to get over the disappointment. Literally soak, Stanley spent an hour drowning himself in a mug of hard cider. Wait a minute... is Stanley just a pervy alcoholic old man that hates technology? Why yes, yes he is. And despite his looks (and size), Stanley is surprisingly willing to throw down and pick fights with things way out of his weight class. This includes people, pokemon, and inanimate objects ranging from oncoming traffic to a washing machine that was growling at him. Okay, maybe he's less chill and more just mildly grumpy. Stanley is a grumpy old man.
Unique trait: Stanley never forgets a key or lock once he's gotten a good look at it and can tell if a key and lock go together at a glance.

 

[Takumi98]

Spoiler: Sage

FC: Alice Swayne-Ancient Magus' Bride

Name: Sage Blackwell

Age: 20

Occupation: Student

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 130 lbs

Distinguishing features: fluffy wavy blonde hair and amber eyes.


Personality: Sage is rather hot-headed and short-tempered, easily growing annoyed when things don't go as planned. While her usual expression can be interpreted as agitated or cold in a 'don't fucking talk to me' sort of sense, she can be rather friendly once she grows to know and trust someone. She has a hard time finding or taking time to relax and quiet her mind, and is also the type who would occasionally work herself past her limits if she had a clear goal she thinks would benefit her and, more importantly, her brother.


Backstory:

Sage grew up with just her father and brother for as long as she could remember, and from a young age had to help her dad with raising her younger brother Ace. She didn't mind much, despite sometimes complaining and getting into fights with Ace once he was bigger and more of a brat. It was typical in the Blackwell household for the children to yell and cause a ruckus, there was no doubt that the family of three were close and loved each other dearly.


Then their dad passed away when she was seventeen and Ace was fourteen due to a car accident. Then everything spiraled into uncertainty for a time. What were they going to do? How would they take care of the funeral? Who would take care of it? What about school? The house?


She didn't have to worry about it for too long, since their grandmother entered the picture sometime after, she still held worry for not really herself but for Ace. While they both had different ways of grieving her main concern was how he was holding up. It was the fact that he didn't seem to fully process it that worried her more than anything, but she was sure that he'd eventually come to terms with it and decided to let him take his time.


Even so, after graduating and taking a year off, she eventually tried her hand at community college, trying to find her way in the world while still staying at home to help her grandmother and brother around the house. And then one day while trying to find something to eat in the kitchen some odd object crashed through the kitchen window and slammed into her head with enough force to knock her out. She didn't know how long she was out, but upon waking up on the cold kitchen floor with a bruised forehead her first concern was if she had a concussion, while her second was how to explain the broken window to her grandmother when she got home from bingo. Her final concern, however, was the overgrown yellow cat raiding their fridge.


She also found out her little brother had one of these odd creatures too, after he came into the house from the back door in a panic spouting something about a blue dog or whatnot. Needless to say, they had a talk about what to do about the creatures, and whether to tell their grandmother about them or not. They eventually agreed to tell her, and it took some time but the three humans had slowly gotten used to the two new additions in their lives in the past month.



Both siblings did their best to keep their new partners a secret as they tried to continue their lives while news of the creatures and the rising 'factions' of those who had said creatures spread all over like a wild fire. One day while she was in class, some people had raided their home and took Ace and injured their grandmother in the crossfire.



Faction: The League, hoping they can help her reunite with and protect her brother.

Goals: Currently to make sure her brother and their Pokémon stay safe once they're reunited


Fears: Having Shinx taken or killed, Ace getting hurt, spiders

Pokemon partner: Shinx, called Sparky.


Partners personality: Sparky is a curious Pokémon, one that likes to get into things he probably shouldn't. Otherwise, he doesn't mind lazing about and relaxing, doing his best to get his trainer to take a break and relax when he sees that she's too in her head or overworking herself. He is also playful, usually trying to get Sage to engage in play or laying in her lap and swatting at her hair to get her attention.


Unique trait: His fur is yellow. Sparky can also charge or accidentally short circuit electronics.

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FC: Yukine-Noragami


Name: Ace Blackwell


Age: 17


Occupation: High School Student


Height: 5'1"


Weight: 120 lbs


Distinguishing features: fluffy blonde hair and amber eyes.



Personality: Ace is a sarcastic, well-meaning individual who tries to do what he thinks is right. Though he can be rather reserved and at times, petty, he doesn't try to hurt others intentionally be it through words or actions. However, he can and will hold a grudge, depending on how severe the slight against him was.


Backstory:

Growing up with just his dad and sister, Ace lived a rather comfortable life, even if his family wasn't exactly wealthy he knew he was loved despite the constant arguing between him and his sister. Unfortunately, his outspokenness along with his small stature had led to bullying among his peers, which in part led him to becoming the slightly more reserved young man he is today.


Then their dad passed away when Sage was seventeen and he was fourteen due to a car accident. At the time Ace had been more concerned about staying with his sister when their grandmother entered the picture sometime after to take care of them and handle things such as the funeral. For a time, he wondered if there was some part of him that wasn't quite right, as he couldn't fully process the fact that their dad simply…wasn't there anymore one day. It left him feeling numb, lost.


Then one day, while trying to sort through some junk in the garage he had been hit in the chest by an odd crystal while walking across the yard to the house, being knocked flat on his back and winded. After a moment, he found a blue bipedal dog staring up at him. Said dog cried when his initial reaction was to scream. After finding out his sister also had an odd creature with her (that he happened to find trying to wrestle a pack of ham cutlets out of her hands in the kitchen) the two had a talk about what to do about the creatures, and whether to tell their grandmother about them or not. They eventually agreed to tell her, and it took some time but the three humans had slowly gotten used to the two new additions in their lives in the past month.


Both siblings did their best to keep their new partners a secret as they tried to continue their lives while news of the creatures and the rising 'factions' of those who had said creatures spread all over like a wild fire. One unfortunate day when he had gone home early from school, their home was raided and next thing he knew, he had an injured grandmother and a few bodies on his hands, and during the scuffle found himself being dragged from the place.



Faction: Rebirth
Through means of indoctrination, time, and maybe a bit of memory alteration, Ace has been made a member of this faction.

Goals: Protect Blue and keep her safe like she does for him.


Fears: Losing Blue, the dark, snakes

Pokemon partner: Riolu, affectionately called Blue


Partners personality: while Blue is quick to cry in most high stress situations, she is otherwise loyal and protective of Ace, as she sees him as a brother figure. She is rather in tune with Ace, or at least able to notice how he really feels through his body language and expressions. When push comes to shove, she does what she deems is necessary to protect her trainer. She tends to growl at those she doesn't trust, or like, at times.


Unique trait: Other than being a slightly buff bipedal blue puppy, Blue is a rather observant and wary Pokémon, she also has rather good eyesight for picking up things from a distance.

 

[Absollover77]

WIP

Face Claim: Yamato Hotsuin (Devil Survivor 2: Record Breaker)
Name: Leon H. Alexander
Age: 19
Occupation: TBD
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Faction: None at the moment. He's good at keeping out of everyone else's messes.

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