Post by thesaxybeast on Apr 12, 2009 23:58:05 GMT -4
Plot-stuff: Okay so this thread is after the destruction of the chaos gene. Somehow... a KnS scientist created a way to rid the body, pokemon or human, of the chaos gene. Side effects of this Anti-Chaos serum included weakening of the heart, memory loss, and whatever problems you want to give your character/pokemon.
Anyway the characters should be around their Rogue Chaos age, because I don't want Kit being old. What does your muse do after chaos? Get a job, raise a family? Volunteer in places still being rebuilt? There are some who remember the acts of the YnK on purpose, some who tried to forget. Is your character shunned in society for their deeds, or does no one really give a flying Feraligatr?
I'm bored and I wanted something casual. Just join, dudes.
Intro:
Snapping up the last savory bit of garlic chicken from the take-out box and hungrily shoving it into her jaws at last. The pair of chopsticks were haphazardly thrown back into the cardboard, sauce-covered mess. The crisp white sleeves of her crisp white shirt, were spotless... along with the tight fitting blue vest worn over it. It's a miracle how she can eat like that but never get a spot on her. Snatching a folded cookie in her claws and snapping it in half to get that oh-so-famous little paper inside. Her eyes, a beautiful mix of blue, grey, hazel, and green, scanned the paper quickly.
As such was happening, she pushed her lithe body from the concrete step on which she had sat, her long legs supporting her weight readily. Kit, as she was called, let her tail sway, though people would pass by and think poorly of the morph. So she had a Raichu tail, and a pair of ears poking out of her long dirty blond hair to match? No big deal. She also had long legs, lady-like curves, and a sharp smile that screamed mischief when she wished. Yeah, let them look, she didn't mind.
Three glistening orbs sat upon the girl's grey pack. They were Chide, the Charizard, Tsu, the Feraligatr, and Lyri, the Torterra. The bright color of the Pokeball deeply contrasted with the pack and her pants, the second of which were a pair of clean black jeans, fitting tightly to her legs. Kit smirked, beginning to walk down the street slowly, as her white tennis shoes hit the ground. "Your sparkling eyes spread a healing light on all you meet..." she read, tone almost curious. The words were followed by a slightly dark laugh. Though she did indeed have sparkling eyes, the only healing light she wanted was for her Pokemon. Within less than a moment a new phrase slipped from the young lady's lips. "What a load of b*llsh*t!"
Anyway the characters should be around their Rogue Chaos age, because I don't want Kit being old. What does your muse do after chaos? Get a job, raise a family? Volunteer in places still being rebuilt? There are some who remember the acts of the YnK on purpose, some who tried to forget. Is your character shunned in society for their deeds, or does no one really give a flying Feraligatr?
I'm bored and I wanted something casual. Just join, dudes.
Intro:
Snapping up the last savory bit of garlic chicken from the take-out box and hungrily shoving it into her jaws at last. The pair of chopsticks were haphazardly thrown back into the cardboard, sauce-covered mess. The crisp white sleeves of her crisp white shirt, were spotless... along with the tight fitting blue vest worn over it. It's a miracle how she can eat like that but never get a spot on her. Snatching a folded cookie in her claws and snapping it in half to get that oh-so-famous little paper inside. Her eyes, a beautiful mix of blue, grey, hazel, and green, scanned the paper quickly.
As such was happening, she pushed her lithe body from the concrete step on which she had sat, her long legs supporting her weight readily. Kit, as she was called, let her tail sway, though people would pass by and think poorly of the morph. So she had a Raichu tail, and a pair of ears poking out of her long dirty blond hair to match? No big deal. She also had long legs, lady-like curves, and a sharp smile that screamed mischief when she wished. Yeah, let them look, she didn't mind.
Three glistening orbs sat upon the girl's grey pack. They were Chide, the Charizard, Tsu, the Feraligatr, and Lyri, the Torterra. The bright color of the Pokeball deeply contrasted with the pack and her pants, the second of which were a pair of clean black jeans, fitting tightly to her legs. Kit smirked, beginning to walk down the street slowly, as her white tennis shoes hit the ground. "Your sparkling eyes spread a healing light on all you meet..." she read, tone almost curious. The words were followed by a slightly dark laugh. Though she did indeed have sparkling eyes, the only healing light she wanted was for her Pokemon. Within less than a moment a new phrase slipped from the young lady's lips. "What a load of b*llsh*t!"
