Et Tu, Poké?

[Ralts]

I'm sure everyone remembers that phrase: the famous last words of Julius Caeser as he was cut down by the very pokemon he'd come to trust and call his own. The dying words of a man slain by his own companions and trusted friends; some of whom he grew up with. A man betrayed by his pokemon.

Humanity is one giant Julius Caeser.

It started with the virus--an epidemic of an unknown pathogen with the infectivity of the Pokerus virus but the resiliance of the flu strain. It spread across the world like wildfire, infecting every pokemon in the entire world practically overnight. Fortunately, however, the ominous Pokerosis--named for it's suspected relation to the Pokerus virus--composed itself harmlessly, symptoms reported as nothing more than headaches, nausia, and/or increased aggression. The worst pandemic in history--eventually reaching every last pokemon across the world--could be ignored and overlooked as though nothing was wrong.

Turns out, something was wrong: us.

One day, seemingly without warning, all infected pokemon all over the world spontaneously snapped, going on a killing spree in the midst of a homicidal rage, turning on their most trusted and loved human companions in the blink of an eye. Heartbroken and suddenly pitted against the creatures they'd come to trust and rely on, man barely had time to shed a tear before they were thrown into the battle for their very existence, extinction on the horizon, their homes set aflame by the very creatures they'd come to love and trust. The pokemon tore through without mercy, killing everything human they could come across, burning and maiming sky, earth, and flesh, oceans stained red from the hot blood spilled into them by the gallon. Engrossed in the midst of psychotic fury, the pokemon were set aglow from the hate burning within them, completely blind to their actions and with only one goal in mind: destroy humanity. For them, nothing else matters.

For us, as we're forced to bloody the bodies of those we'd come to love, we can't help but murmur, "Et Tu, Poké?"

You, too, my dear pokemon?

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Our story begins 3 days before the cataclysm. Around this time, pokemon professors are beginning to take notice of the disease that seemingly has spread to every corner of the globe, fear and anxiety raising about what kind of affects this will have on pokemon health and future wellbeing. You will play as the friends and/or assistants of these professors in the Sinnoh region and will be helping them uncover exactly what has befallen rhe world of pokemon...and possibly what will come to befall humanity.

You will live their lives out as they normally would before this disaster unfolds. Relationships, interactions, friendships...all normal. Life continues on as though it can continue indefinitely, never considering that it could all end at any given time. 3 days, specifically. After those 3 days, your priority will be survival, as well as finding answers as to what could have driven the pokemon to their frenzied state..,and discover one of the greatest treacheries in the history of mankind.

The clock to armageddon is ticking.

We're running out of time.

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Rules

-Really, my only major concern is literacy. The plot can get chaotic and really fucked up if we let it get out of hand. Unless you're an ass, this is the only reason I'll turn you down. Meaty paragraph-posts, top-notch literacy skills, all that jazz. Yeah, I'm spoiled like that, but oh well. If we do this right, it'll be really good. If not, it will fail spectacularly, and I don't want that. I've got big plans for the plot, and I can't afford under-skilled RPers weighing it down. So don't be offended if I turn you down or harp on you once the RP starts,

-Everything in the roleplay will be done with real-world physics. This isn't a 4kids production; needless to say, this and the anime are going to be two very, very different things.

-Be descriptive! Things don't just magically happen; let me know how things work! How does the pokeball unleash it's pokemon? Just how angry is he? What is he thinking? How do those moves function and affect the pokemon? Don't tell me--show me! Paint me a picture in words! If you can't do that, don't even bother joining, cuz we're gonna have problems.

-Keep it real. No godmodding, or anything that doesn't really make sense. Just because YOU know what's going on doesn't mean THEY do. Dont take the plot into your own hands!!

-Swearing is free-for-all, since i do quite a bit myself, but let's not get carried away. Every other word should start with something other than an F.

-Graphics are going to get considerable layer; don't be afraid to go into detail about gory, painful death.

-Sex is perfectly acceptable with romance, but keep it in proper format. Let's also make sure this RP doesn't become a smut compilation nearing apocalypse.

-Pokemon are people, too. At least, before they go zubatshit crazy. Handle them like you would a person.

-I am God. I am law. Do what I say.

-If you aren't skilled and an experienced roleplayer, we probably don't have a ton to say to one another, and you won't have much to give to the RP. I want skill. Does that make me an RP nazi? Probably. Am I bothered by it? Not in the slightest.

-Questions? PM.

-Testicles. That is all.

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Role Roster

The Professor: me
The Lab Assistant: Bullfinch
The Breeder: Bullfinch
The Pokemon Lover: me
The Gym Leader: Knight Of Day

*Roles are limited to one per person...unless I decide to make this a 1x1. I'm the exception, cuz Im awesome like that.

**PM me your profiles, please. Thank you.
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Templates

Name
Age (13-25)
Personality (paragraph minimum)
Appearance (pic/link; anime only)
Bio (2 paragraph minimum)
Traits (skills, quirks, special features, ect)
Pokemon (be realistic and modest)
Other (anything not covered)
Role:

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[Ralts]

Hello, Ralts. c: I'm really interested in joining your RP; I'm currently in two and they've gotten so distorted by the lack of literary skills and all of the godmodding that it really isn't fun to post. So, the prospect of having someone who actually knows how to type is very refreshing. nwn Here's my form, and I hope I'm accepted!

Name Banafrit "Finch" Sanfreed
Age 17
Personality Finch has always had a rather short temper, and unleashes it whenever she's able. She targets those who make fun of her, her family, or her friends, and is generally regarded by the targeted as either an ugly hybrid, or as an unwanted child, due to her mother leaving her with her father at an early age. However, around those she favors, she's quiet and happy, and craves positive attention. She prefers to stay out of the limelight, although when pushed to do her best will at the very least try.
Appearance Around 5'6", with very pale skin and short honey-brown hair. She has a thin figure, and expressive pale violet hued eyes. She sometimes wears plain brown contacts so she's not laughed at for her unnaturally colored eyes, and she prefers to wear brown, black, or blue form-fitting shirts with jeans. She wears a sash with pokeball holding loops at all times, although she prefers to have her Pokémon out of their containment units as often as possible. She wears tennis-shoes or boots at all times (she says you never know when you'll have to run), and carries an emergency pocket knife in both her pants pocket and one in her right boot. She wears a simple brown leather necklace with a silver pendant in the shape of Ma'at (http://www.ancientegypt.co.uk/gods/explore/images/stmaat.jpg), the Egyptian Goddess of truth, justice, and harmony.
Bio Her mother was Egyptian and her father is American, so she is often ridiculed by those around her for being half-and-half. She became interested in raising Pokémon at age nine, and her first one was a male Turtwig. She raised him with trust and care, and through the years solidified a deep bond with him. When she reached the age of fifteen, she became interested in battling Pokémon for sport. She fought a few times with her select few friends, and eventually her Turtwig, now by the name of Geb, the Egyptian God of Earth, evolved to his final form from the combined forces of battle and the strong support of Finch. At sixteen and a half, with Geb now a Torterra, her father let her pick five other Pokémon to build a solid team, now that she had become slightly famous in her hometown for her skill and style at battling. Her father was a small-time breeder, more of a hobby than anything, but he had more than enough eggs to go around. She chose five, and when they hatched a few days before her seventeenth birthday, she was overjoyed. She became friends with the local Professor’s assistant, and, by association, the Professor himself. And then... the virus happened. Turns out she needed those knives after all.
Traits She's skilled with knives, has sensitive hearing, and can react to split-second decisions with some ease. She thrives under pressure, but once the adrenaline wears off will become drained and weary of interaction with others. Knows her way around Pokémon battling, and the proper care and raising of some specific species. Also writes in her free time, and loves water.
Pokémon
Geb, the male Torterra that has been hers since her ninth birthday. Evolved first when Finch was fifteen, and again around her sixteenth birthday.
Hathor, the female Drifblim hatched from one of the eggs her father gave her. Shy and flighty around strangers, but fiercely protective of both Finch and her father.
Khepri, the male Riolu hatched from one of the eggs her father gave her. He comes off as brash and loud, but only does it when he first meets someone. After that, he is proud and silent, standing strong in the face of danger.
Nun, the Croconaw hatched from one of the eggs her father gave her. Mischievous and silent, he sneaks up on both friends and enemies with practiced ease. Loves Geb like a brother, and Finch like a mother, while he has an ongoing rivalry with Khepri.
Osiris, the Murkrow turned Honchkrow, hatched from one of the eggs her father gave her. Nasty and rude, with a tendency to attack others' Pokémon and even other trainers without warning. Prefers to be alone, although in times of need will (albeit reluctantly) stand and fight. Often sleeps in the tree growing on Geb's back.
Shu, the Larvitar hatched from one of the last eggs (and, before it hatched, considered a dud). He's always been quiet and thoughtful, preferring to sit and watch the sky then battle or train. He sits with Finch when she reads, and usually sticks next to her side when in heavily populated areas, positively shaking with fear. Due to this, he usually returns to his Pokeball during tense situations or battles. He was born with light blue eyes instead of the common red.
Other Finch has a bit of a tendency to cuss when 'backed into a corner' or when insulted. She also isn't afraid to get into fistfights, and will often hang out at the local Pokémon lab instead of go home when she does.
Role The Lab Assistant (takes over for the original when he's killed by his Pokémon in the rampage)

Very nice. I'm glad to see I'm not alone in the world of literates. And it won't let me PM yet, so I gotta post here. Forgot it's the "Startup" thread. ^^' Anyway. Its a good profile, and I feel like I've really got a feel for her... The pokemon team is quite nice looking, as far as descriptions and personalities. You do realize they're going to go homicidal and insane after 3 days pass, yes?

 

[Bullfinch]

Heheh, yeah. c; I have to admit, I've become attatched to her team, so it's going to be hard to write, but hopefully she'll be able to get over her bonds and use those knives. I'm glad you like her! I'm really excited to start, so I'll keep track of this until someone goes for the Breeder role - unless you want to make this a 1x1 RP. c:

 

[Ralts]

Hm...well, it hasn't had a ton of attention so far, but...you know what, after today, if no one else has joined, then I'll be happy to make this a 1x1. I always prefer 1x1's over the larger RPs, anyway. ^^

 

[Bullfinch]

Awesome! Personally, I've only kept up with 1x1's in the long run (I once had one that ran for over four months!). c: Especially if the other person is nice and literate. nwn Fortunately, I've been blessed to have quiet a few RP partners like that.

 

[Ralts]

Yeah, same here. I have this one I've got that's still going on another site that's approaching the 100 page mark. I believe we've been at it for a good few months now. I luuuuuv it~! ^^

 

[Bullfinch]

Ahh, I love it when RPs don't die. nwn
I had one on the first RP site I was ever on that was based completely in a wedding setting that got over five pages long. c: I almost lost track of how many characters I was writing, though. XD

 

[Ralts]

I always go to Dollwizard for my basic RP needs, since that's what it's specified for. Not nearly as large a crowd as here, though, and there are a lot more noob-level writers trolling around. It gets really, really annoying when trying to get a good RP like this going. Anyone that knows about pokemon is all "rofl i liek 2 rp when can wee strat im so exited lololololol" AAAARGGHH!!! *rips out hair* Those people drive me zubatty!! >O<"

 

[Bullfinch]

Exactly! It's like, dude, why are you on the internet if you haven't finished first grade English? Dl Grargh. The only time it's OK is if you have a learning disability- other than that, you can spend five seconds to spell correctly.

 

[Ralts]

And not make words with numbers in them. Who th3 h311 w0u1d w@n+ +0 $p3nd @11 +h@+ +1m3 p1ck1ng +hr0ugh +h3 13++3r$ 0n +h3 k3yb0@rd +h@+ 100k 11ke 13++3r$? (lol, noob l33+ speak) XD

 

[Bullfinch]

XD lol, I've known way too many people who do that. Luckily none of my friends do that - I'd go insane. D: (even though I never text lD)

 

[Ralts]

....okay, I'm out of patience. Time to 1x1 this sucker up. >D You mind? Oh, crap, I've still got to turn in my profiles! D8

 

[Bullfinch]

lol, I don't mind at all. c< Set it uuuup!
(oh, and don't worry about the profiles, you're the one running it XD)

 

[Ralts]

True, but you've got no idea who my peeps is! D8 We mush haf peepsh!

 

[Bullfinch]

Too true, too true. -sagely nod-
XD

 

[Ralts]

Name: Isaac Lenwes
Age: 25
Personality: Well, among other things, Isaac's got a personality one would politely call...erm..."quirky." He tends to get obsessed about the things he studies, forming a metaphorical equivilant of tunnel vision, zooming in on the goal he's set and completely zoning out all other aspects of his life. Professor Lenwes has had a few complaints in the past for being over-enthusiastic to the point of zealousness and harrassment, being quite eager to prove his findings and having a habit of not taking "No" as an answer. He's a pleasant, cheerful man, if not a bit unusual and obsessive in work habits, and the people who call him "friend" all universally agree that Isaac is a friend for life...assuming you can manage to get your head around him.
Appearance: Isaac's an average-built man with a good 5'2" to go off of, generally wearing the very same lab coat from the night(week) before, glasses askew, smeared, or otherwise beaten or damaged beyond recognition. His eyes are hazel to the point of being gray in appearance, and his honey-brown locks are generally un-washed and in need of combing, too busy in whatever he was working on the day before to pay attention to petty things like heigene. If he tidied up a bit, got a good night's rest, and stood still long enough for one to look at him closer, one would find he's actually a rather attractive, if not unusual, man.
Bio: Truth be told, Isaac doens't remember a lot about his past, though he assumes it has something to do with a bit, grandmotherly Wigglytuff--the very same one he keeps around in his lab that drives him crazy. Presumably he had a mother and/or father to raise him up until a certain point, not remembering much after that beyond a long, long car ride that didn't seem to end as well as a near-permanent residence he later learned was an orphanage. Being out on the edge of the countryside by Floaroma, Isaac was exposed to pokemon in large amounts, coming to know them as some of his only companions. A wigglytuff, a pair of combee, and a rather portly buizel became his family, and he was perfectly happy with that. Later, when he was old enough to get his own place to stay, he smuggled a quartuplet of pokeballs out of the store to take them home with him, all of which remain with him to this day.
Isaac moved to Veilstone when he was 16, then again to Sandgem when he was 19, taking a liking to the serene natural scenery that he'd become accustomed to as a child. From there, his love for pokemon evolved into a full-fledged obsession, giving him the proper motivation to become a full-time unofficial pokemon professor, traveling all the way across the face of Sinnoh to conduct his research with fanatical enthusiasm, causing many a passer-by and observist to stop and scratch their head in befuddlement. He doesn't eat, doesn't sleep, doesn't rest...what keeps Isaac Lenwes going?? The world may never know...
Traits: Apart from completely unrivaled vigor and enthusiasm for his line of work, Isaac is particularly gifted in the realm of machinery, turning his workstation into a sort of pokemon research dieselpunk mad-scientist laborotory. He knows a near omnipotent amount of information about the pokemon of the region he'd become familiar with, and combined with his experience in the field, there's seemingly no end to the amount of information Isaac can pry out of the DNA of pokemon.
Pokemon: They're not exactly his, per se, but Isaac does keep a handful of pokemon around the laborotory for the company and sometimes added work assistance when his regular assistant is either taking the rest Isaac could never bring himself to take or scratching his head, trying to figure out what he's doing at the moment.
He has a rather stocky Buizel named Lenroy, named so for...ehm...no particular reason(he got the "Len" in the Lenwes of his name). He's a laid-back, sassy, borderline lax pokemon known for his mischievousness and grumpiness that take turns dominating his personality, and whichever one he's feeling, you should watch your step; it's either got a pitfall beneath it, or hiding a concealed trip wire loaded with bricks. he's known for his jokes that, depending on his mood, can get rather out of hand, though this isn't very often.
The Combee that flitter around his lab at all times are the "children-figures" of the lab, serving as both amusement and another reason to hide beneath a table. Min, the male, is a spectacular antagonist, legendary (somewhat) for his ability to taunt anyone into doing anything...assuming he's speaking slow enough for you to understand him. Rin, the female, is always following after Min to assure he stays out of trouble and has an annoying habit of releasing a Sweet Scent attack when she gets excited, known for her trademark buzzing noise when she flies, sounding a bit like a mosquito due to a crack on one of her wings. Both are bundling balls of energy that should be more than enough motivation, along with the professor's work and Lenroy's pranks, to go around wearing a helmet.
Marge, the old grandmother-like Wigglytuff, serves as the facility's only means of maintaining order and keeping the place with four walls and a roof. Wherever someone needs something Isaac isn't interested in--which is basically everything except what he's working on--Marge is there to fill in the sizable gap in authority, becoming more of the "mother" of the "household" than anyone else usually present. She's a happy, bubbly soul, though she's known to get quite indignant and huffy when things don't go quite as smoothly as planned, or if you don't do what she tells you when she tells you to. Her day mostly comprises of getting Isaac to eat and sleep at night--a chore in itself--making sure Min and Rin don't kill themselves and destroy everything, and walking around defusing the countless traps and pranks Lenroy's bound to have set up all over the place.
Other: Lately, Isaac's taken an interest in the viral nature of Pokerus and, consequently, Pokerosis, due to its suspected relation to the other and its otherwise completely void area of knowledge. He has an assistant, Jimmy, who fits the stereotypical image of the average "Youngster," though he's not around quite as often as the professor would like, mostly to maintain his sanity around the otherwise completely chaotic lab.
Role: The Professor

 

[Ralts]

Whew...now, onto the Pokemon Lover dude! Would you like to have the role of The Breeder as well?

 

[Bullfinch]

Sure, I'll take The Breeder. Do you mind if I make him Finch's father? c:

 

[Ralts]

Go ahead! Im going to have to make the pkmn lover tomorrow; my ipod's almost dead.

 

[Bullfinch]

Alright, awesome. Let's see... he's going to have to be a bit older than twenty-five, if that's alright with you?

Name Bertrand "Andy" Sanfreed
Age 43
Personality In his youth he was bright and outgoing, always ready to lend a hand or be a supportive shoulder. However, after going through being both a father and an abandoned husband, his outlook has dampened slightly. He is quiet and resigned, only the smallest of shimmers of his personality forthcoming - and only when he's around his daughter or his family of Pokémon. He is very gentle and kind to everyone close to him, although he can appear abrasive and moody to those just meeting him.
Appearance Muscular for a forty-three year old, but not overly so - it's just the outcome of years of hard work around Pokémon ranging from smaller than his hand to bigger than him. His hair has thinned out and now sports peppering of grey and white at the temples, but everywhere else it's a deep chocolate brown. His face is full, with thick eyebrows and a square chin. His eyes are an interesting mix of aquamarine and jade, and his skin is tanned (and occasionally burned) from working out in the sun. He usually wears stained shirts and ripped jeans, and black working boots, and is usually forced by Finch to wear some sort of head protection.
Bio Born and raised in the rural parts of the area, Andy grew up around Pokémon of all shapes and sizes, as his family ran a breeding farm. It has since shut down with the death of his parents, but he remembers everything they taught him well: step this away around the equines, talk slowly and calmly to the skittish ones, and never show fear in the face of some of the more aggressive members of the flock. His mother named him Bertrand after his grandfather, but he grew up disliking the name, and so chose to be called Andy when he turned eighteen. At age fourteen he knew he wanted to be a breeder when he grew up - little did he know he would wind up with a daughter, a flighty bride, and a small zoo living in and next to his house. He was given his first Pokémon when he turned sixteen, a female Ponyta he named Palomino. She grew and eventually evolved due to his constant and stable trust and training, and is therefore his most trusted partner. He left home at the age of nineteen, met the girl of his dreams at age twenty-three, and married her by the age of twenty-six - also the year his daughter was born. A few months later, and she was gone, turning his life effectively on its head.
Traits He prefers equine and reptilian breeds, but will often pick up injured or unwanted Pokémon and raise them. Although he doesn't like outright violence, he keeps both knives and a collection of antique swords in case of emergencies. He's very skilled with both knives and swords (and he passed on these skills to Finch), and he has a natural ability to get along with Pokémon of all sorts (Finch says it's because he's so quiet, unlike most humans).
Pokémon
Palomino, his first Pokémon, a Ponyta turned Rapidash over time. Strong and outgoing, with no patience for stupidity and a love for running at top speed. Protective of anything smaller than her, and the adoptive mother of most of the baby Pokémon born in Andy's care.
Seshat, his second Pokémon, received when still a tiny, fragile Horsea, and grown until she transformed into the powerful Kingdra of today. Named after the Egyptian Goddess of writing and measurement, Seshat is extremely loyal to both Andy and Palomino, preferring to stay with them then participate in any 'family' activities. She is generally quiet and patient, but will swiftly turn on anyone who upsets her; although she has only 'snapped' with consequences once.
Seth, his third Pokémon whom he bred and hatched himself. Born a proud and brave Ralts, he stood out from the others in his litter, catching Andy's eye. He evolved swiftly from his birth, reaching the form of a Gallade through both training, loyalty, and some help from his parent's in getting a Shiny Stone. He was born with pale green eyes, rather than the common red or pink.
Nephthys, a female Umbreon named after the Egyptian protective Goddess of the dead, is a brash and loving soul, with the tendency to outdo herself and thus tire easily. Nicknamed "Nep" for those who couldn't pronounce her name early on, she evolved late one night while Andy snuck out to the barn to visit Palomino. Thus, she and the Rapidash have a tight-knit bond, and are often found sitting or running together.
Other Andy only has four Pokémon, as he couldn't choose any others once he started his own flock - he felt he would never be able to choose.
Role The Breeder

That good? c: