XO
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Post by XO on Nov 27, 2007 16:18:57 GMT 10
Name: XO Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Aggron Pokemorph Hometown: Sky Reach City Sexual Preference: Asexual (He loves himself.) Rank: 1st Commander of Team Pravus Theme Song: “Smooth Criminal” by Alien Ant Farm : Originally by Michael Jackson
Personality: In a few words: Sarcastic, bubbly, and cruel. Most who meet XO would think that he’s high on sugar (or maybe a good acid trip). Though his cheerful disposition may exclude him from his former occupation of ‘bounty hunter,’ it does suit him well. That twisted smile sitting on his lips often sends a chill up any person’s spine, and his confusing demeanor doesn’t help in the least. He’ll lure you in, mystify you with that infamous tongue of his (you won’t know if he’s lying or telling the truth, and quite frankly, you won’t care), perhaps have you fooled for a while, and then he’ll slit your throat and leave you for dead as you watch him grin and walk away, his haunting cackles being the last thing your poor self with every hear. Should you somehow manage to survive, it’s best you watch your back every waking moment of your life; he’ll be coming back, hungry for your blood.
Albeit a perfect gentleman on the outside, XO’s masquerade comes to a screeching halt as soon as he decides to get into his murderous groove. Sure, he’ll smile, laugh, and play games with his victims, but the fun only finds its way to XO’s side of the board. Adding to his blood-lusting persona, XO dislikes killing anything in what he would consider a ‘normal’ fashion. The only reason for his pointless, drawn out ‘friendships’ with his victims is to give him enough time to think of a unique way to dispose of them. He learns how they operate, how they think and how they act, and what things they like and don’t like, eventually taking all that he knows about them and turning it into their worst nightmare. It’s no wonder than so many people and creatures came to him in his bounty hunter days to get the job done.
Hobbies: 1. Bounty hunting (rarely does he ever go bounty hunting anymore, but if an extraordinary job presents itself, he’ll be on it faster than a blink of an eye) 2. Training himself and his team 3. Practicing creative thinking skills
Physical Appearance: He’s tall, he’s dark, he’s handsome, he’s an ass. What more could you want? XO stands at an impressive six-foot-eleven with a nice, even skin tone that resembles a lovely faded black color. His body is obviously muscular, but a good deal less bulky than that of a normal Aggron’s (years of near starvation does have a nasty effect on creatures) Two large metal plates stick out from his shoulders—a trademark of an Aggron—and are the same color as the rest of his lovely body. Thick metal bands wrap around his wrists and ankles, but nothing but thick hide is found on his six and a half foot long tail. Sure, he has hands like a human’s, but the nails he has are ¼ foot long and made purely of metal. While he does have hands like a human, his feet are a different story. You may as well be looking at a dinosaur when you take a peek at his massive feet that are accompanied by large claws made of iron.
His bright aquamarine eyes shine through silver bangs attached to the rest of his long, flowing silver locks that fall down all the way until his tail begins (keep in mind that these locks of beauty are composed completely of metal from his own body and can be used as lethal razor blades, so be careful, will you dears?). It is often pulled back in a low ponytail hanging over his right shoulder, but on occasion, XO will have it hang down. A deep scar runs from a bit away from the edge of his right eyebrow, diagonally across his face (jaggedly), and ends at the end of his face on the left side. No one really knows where it came from for he keeps it as a lovely secret. While this alone may be a good deal intimidating, his jagged teeth should frighten you more. XO’s clothes normally consist of a wrinkled, well-worn black leather jacket that’s far too big for him, a white beater that forms to his body nicely, and a pair of faded black jeans torn in every possible place at least one. Because of the long metal plates sticking out of his shoulders, his clothes never fail to have holes in them. Shoes are nonexistent for this guy, but a bright silver colored cavalier hat made of his metal skull with a silver metal feather does very nicely.
---Pokemon, Items, & History---
[ Name: ] Orion [ Species: ] Blaziken [ Age: ] 3 years [ Level: ] 80 [ Gender: ] Female [ Shiny? ] Yes [ Attacks: ] - Flamethrower - Double Kick - Shadow Claw - Aerial Ace - Agility - Blaze Kick - Fire Blast - Sky Uppercut
[ Personality: ] XO’s first Pokemon is the reincarnation of his misplaced serious side. She often keeps his sadistic thoughts in line for him whenever they get to be even too much for her to handle. Like her trainer, she’s always thinking of new ways to get things done, but hers are focused more on getting subordinates to do their job rather than thinking of how to kill them. Although and independent and strong individual, Orion wouldn’t know what to do if it wasn’t for XO caring for her.
[ Name: ] Satine [ Species: ] Garchomp [ Age: ] 3 years [ Level: ] 69 [ Gender: ] Female [ Shiny? ] No [ Attacks: ] - Dragon Claw - Dragonbreath - Iron Tail - Flamethrower - Iron Head - Metal Claw - Crunch - Hyper Beam
[ Personality: ] Satine is a rather playful beast and enjoys playing tricks on anyone that might be around her (XO not excluded). She’s a stubborn beast and won’t do a thing without sufficient motivation, proving to be quite the challenge for her trainer to handle. If she doesn’t get her way, she’ll often pout and rant about how life is so unfair to her until things change for her benefit and everyone else’s loss. However, she does adore XO and would rather die than leave his side any day of the week. Except maybe on Tuesdays.
[ Name: ] Dia [ Species: ] Absol [ Age: ] 2 years [ Level: ] 72 [ Gender: ] Male [ Shiny? ] No [ Attacks: ] - Pursuit - Razor Wind - Blizzard - Thunder - Flamethrower - Iron Tail - Psycho Cut - X-Scissor
[ Personality: ] Dia is the quietest of the team, preferring to be alone or with XO training his rear end off. His life revolves around controlling the disastrous powers given to him and nothing could ever stand in his way of completing his impossible goal. He can’t stand to be around any of the other Pokemon on the team and he can only tolerate his trainer because he’s the only one that drives him hard enough to train until he can’t feel his body any longer.
[ Name: ]Acrux [ Species: ] Aggron [ Age: ] 3 years [ Level: ] 80 [ Gender: ] Male [ Shiny? ] Yes [ Attacks: ] - Metal Claw - Flamethrower - Metal Burst - Iron Head - Dragon Rush - Thunder - Earthquake - Ice Beam
Personality: Acrux is XO’s spitting image, and yet he is the complete opposite of his trainer at the same time. Unlike the rest of the team, he is one that opts for the peaceful way of solving something instead of using violence and disapproves of his trainer’s “hobbies” and vicious thoughts and actions. Unfortunately for Acrux, he’s stuck with his disgusting trainer. If he ever tried to escape, the rest of the team would rip him apart. So, with a gloomy sigh he does whatever he’s told, throwing his two cents every now then that always gets shot down.
[ Name: ] Jenna [ Species: ] Leafeon [ Age: ] 5 years [ Level: ] 65 [ Gender: ] Female [ Shiny? ] No [ Attacks: ] - Iron Tail - Solarbeam - Leaf Blade - Sunny Day - Giga Impact - Shadow Ball - Toxic - Synthesis
[ Personality: ] Jenna is the drama queen of the team. She takes one situation and often exaggerates it, messing up the entire picture so badly that it’s become an unbelievable tale of woe. She’s so concerned with how she looks in battle that she’ll stop whatever she’s doing or ignore a command and then prance off to fix herself. It’s taken a while to get this old beauty to listen just long enough for her to finish a fight, but it’s been worth the pain of dealing with her pampered ass.
[ Name: ] Ramp [ Species: ] Kabutops [ Age: ] 1 year [ Level: ] 45 [ Gender: ] Male [ Shiny? ] No [ Attacks: ] - Night Slash - X-Scissor - Metal Sound - Ancient Power - Blizzard - Ice Beam - Water Pulse - Rain Dance
[ Personality: ] The “baby” of the team, Ramp is always unsure of what he does or says. This deadly wimp can never get a sentence out without stuttering or taking back whatever he says to replace it with something else. In battle, he’s only useful if he has XO screaming at him the entire time, telling him each and every move he ought to make—the man hardly knows why he puts up with the sissy little Kabutops. Ramp never enjoys hurting people or Pokemon, so whenever XO is called on to take care of a job himself, Ramp always apologies as he slits their throats.
History: Born to a heartless hooker female Lairon and a nameless bastard father in the alleyways of Sky Reach City, XO was born an Aron formerly known as Tekka. A decent name, he might admit, but not good enough for him (thus the change). At the age of five, his so called ‘Mother’ left him for dead because she didn’t want to tote around a ‘little brat’ around with her anymore. Raised amongst death, destruction, drugs, alcohol, and dirty streets, XO quickly learned that life was about survival of the fittest, and thus he quickly learned to defend himself—also helping him to evolve much quicker than normal Arons. Later on in his life (around the age of fourteen), he needed food (particularly iron) desperately for the little supply he acquired then was not enough. Before, he’d just stolen the needed food from human passers-by, and it got him through life—just barely. He needed a new way to get food, and fast. The insatiable desire for those addictive metals drove him to kill. ‘Job’ offers began to open, asking for some other Pokemon and humans to be killed in order to get rid of evidence, settle a grudge, or whatever else the case may be. The prize? Precious metals stolen from the Humans. Being the bright young Lairon he was, he jumped on the opportunity. He trained hard: learning how to use his body as a massive weapon and learning how to combine attacks he knew to make for a lethal assault. Creative and resourceful, XO became a walking death machine, but he only worked for what he wanted and nothing more. Energetic and sadistic, he didn’t care who he killed or in what way he performed the deed. Day after day, week after week he trained on ‘innocent’ Pokemon and nearby humans (you know, the criminals; killers; crazy creatures) and soon pulled in so many iron objects he didn’t know what to do with it all (most times he traded it in for TMs to teach himself new attacks, thus opening up more opportunities to develop fresh methods of killing).
At the age of eighteen (and a full-grown Aggron), he learned of a human group whose name he couldn’t have cared less about. He’d heard of their experiments that morphed Pokemon into human-like beasts. The idea sent unceasing ripples of chills through his spine. Another grand opportunity for the bounty hunter! After a few months of gathering enough gossip from the cowardly murderers he often hung around, XO carried his enormous metal body to the human organization’s headquarters and demanded he be taken as an experiment (and since they couldn’t understand Aggron-language, he was forced to use brute strength and play a stupid game of charades with the idiots for them to understand what he wanted). After about a day of the games he had to play with the moronic people, he was accepted as an experiment and was soon turned into what he had hoped. XO became the devil he had always dreamed of. Unfortunately for the humans that took him in and conducted rather disturbing experiments on his body, XO didn’t stay like they had planned. Now that he could bellow at them in the Human language, he screeched his hate for them and ultimately destroyed them one by one.
Two years later, the brute had discovered a new team in search of Pokemorphs. When he was nineteen, he’d retired from bounty hunting due to the lack of interesting jobs and low payout. The opportunity presented to him now seemed decent enough for him to take an interest in it. Over the next two years, he worked his ways up in the ranks of Team Pravus using whatever means necessary to get as high as he could. Yeah, so a few lives got scratched out of existence in the process. So what? Whatever got him to where he wanted to be, he did, and nothing would stop the beast from continuing even now.
**NOTE: Unlike the Pokemorphs created by the Team Pravus, XO is unable to transform into a human or full fledged Aggron ever again.
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Sample Post: – Pulled from a one-on-one roleplay I’m currently involved with. He didn't mind being alone, and he actually preferred it, but his job required him to come into contact with people all the time, so did he really have a choice? He put on a somewhat disappointed face, but he smiled and nodded a moment later, shoving his hands back into his pockets. "Ah, that's too bad, Miss. Maybe I'll see ya sometime in the future, then. Have a good day." He waved a few times at her back as she left and then pressed the buttons on the Pokeballs on his belt like piano keys. The rest of his team appeared in bright flashes of white and stretched their sore limbs. XO climbed onto the rock the woman had once been on and watched blankly as his team stared at him, somewhat confused as to what he wanted them to do. There weren't any others out here that they could battle, or kill, or mess around with. What were they supposed to do? XO, what exactly do you want us to do? Inquired his towering Milotic, Andromadea. She bent her great head down to his eye level, and if she could have raised an eyebrow, she would have raised one very high. Go play in the pond, duh. The Milotic quickly straightened her serpentine body, grunting in confusion. Wh-? She stopped her words dead in their tracks. Her partner was giving her that look that always put any one of his team back in their places. His eyes burned brightly in the sun, glaring up at the much taller Milotic. It was true that she could have killed him long ago with a single blow of her tail, but there was always that look, and Orion. True it may be that she was a Fire-Type, but she was at such a high level that there was no way she beat her. Years of inhumane training made the Blaziken that way. The firebird jumped up on the rock to stand next to XO, her arms folded across her chest, wrists glowing with hungry flames. Andromadea immediately relayed the man's message to the rest of the team and they all went to "playing" in the pond. The Milotic turned and rested her body in a section of the pond, ignoring anything else someone had to say. Now that the pair was alone again, Orion turned her focus to the odd man next to her. What's your plan? She asked, knowing that the show he’d put on earlier was simply that: an act. XO lowered his body back onto the rock, his mind working rapidly to formulate an effective plan. He could just run after her and kill her, get it over with and all, but where was the fun in that? He enjoyed playing games and coming up with different strategies to mess with his victims, and this one wouldn't get away easily. He hadn't had a job in so long that hundreds of ideas floated in his mind, and he was eager to try them. Another good ten minutes of silence went by without an answer to Orion's question. At last, XO showed some sign of life and snapped his eyes open, a grin finding its way onto his lips. We'll battle her. Orion looked at him as if he were crazy. That's it? We're just going to battle her? And then what, do you propose, we do after she loses? The man turned an eye to the Blaziken, grinning madly. I don't know yet. Orion kicked his head lightly, angry and frustrated with her trainer. You're an idiot. "Alright, guys! Let's go now! Any of you up for a good fight?" He stood proudly on the rock like a cocky little trainer he'd once killed. The brat had challenged him to a battle with an endless fountain of confidence (and ignorance), and XO wiped the floor with his dead body. He wasn't assigned to kill the boy, but he just got on his nerves with his constant shouting and cocky remarks. Punk deserved it. "Well? Anyone? Must Orion always do the work, you lazy bums?" Immediately, the rest of his team sprung up and looked ready for a good fight, knowing that if they didn't, something undesirable would happen to them. "Very good. Now, Polaris, I need a ride over to that woman from earlier. You saw her leave, right?" The Flygon beat his wings hard once and landed on the rock next to XO and nodded once. "Good. Let's go. Everyone else, get back in your homes." He called them back one by one and strapped the capture devices to his belt again. He hated calling Pokeballs, well, Pokeballs, so he always called them their 'homes.' It was better than calling them 'cages', right? The man quickly hopped onto the Flygon's back and Orion followed the darting dragon on foot. It wasn't long until they caught up with Cira, and XO threw on his costume once again. He jumped off of Polaris' back and stood straight on the path (or whatever the woman was on). "Hey, Miss! Uh, the pond was getting rather boring, and my team hasn't had a good battle in a while. I thought you, uh, might be interested in a quick battle with us?" He turned to Polaris, who eyed the woman carefully, but nodded nonetheless in agreement with XO's comment. The bounty hunter smiled warmly and tilted his head to the side. "What say you, Miss?"
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Shana
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Kicking Asses Since April 14^#Boss#Charizard#Spriter#Mew#Shut_Up#Master
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Post by Shana on Nov 27, 2007 18:58:28 GMT 10
God I love it! Accepted! P.s. You can boost the pokemons levels to around 50. There were different rules before and plot characters are an exception. Commanders are rather high in the ranks, they shouldn't be weak
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Isis
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RAWR. =D I get to edit my little space. =D^#Boss#Spriter#Master#
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Post by Isis on Nov 28, 2007 1:32:00 GMT 10
Not accepted. Yes, Shana, I'm mean, I don't need you telling me. ;P Pokemorphs can't attack, I don't know how you learned it but on Remoor Pokemorphs, all they are able to do is transform into that Pokemon. They can't attack.
EDIT: There you go. <3
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