Skullkin

Name: Kael Nox. Gender: Male Appearance: Kael has short, messy, unsaturated green hair, pale skin, a slight, clean-cut beard, and pale eyes. His frame is slim and lithe, and he has a nonchalant gait. Kael wears a black light coat that falls down to his knees, black slacks, black tennis shoes, and a black collar with a small cross hanging off of it. There's a messy pattern of scars that cover his torso, due to the surgery after an unfortunate motorcycle accident that he was involved in. He also lost his left arm during the accident, which was surgically replaced with a black, steel robotic arm with sharp pointed fingers that can hurt a bit if he grabs you a bit too hard with it. He keeps the arm hidden mostly with his jacket and a pair of black leather gloves. His canine teeth are slightly sharper than the rest of his teeth, which has earned him the loathed nickname of "Golbat". Personality: Kael is a loner by circumstance, due to a past of being abandoned by his so-called 'friends'. He tries his best not to make friends, to avoid the heartbreak that comes when they inevitably leave him. If you can earn his trust, you will find a serious, yet loyal friend who will do everything in his power to make you happy. Break his heart, and he'll never forgive you again. While he can come off as cold, Kael simply looks forward to getting the job done and over with, so that he can get back to his various hobbies. These activities include drawing tattoo designs for the shop he hopes to one day open, playing guitar, and training alongside his partner pokemon, Kaine the Luxray. History: He refuses to talk about it. He looks ahead to the future, not the past. Genre: Pokémon. Specifically dystopians. Stuff he carries around: He keeps a small black and red tattoo gun in a small, coffin shaped box with a red cross on it in his pocket, for emergency tattooing purposes. A Duskball containing Kaine hangs from the opposite hip on his black leather belt. People who touch Kaine's ball while he is within sometimes experience a slight electric shock--nothing fatal, it just feels like you were bitten by a rattatta. He also carries around his guitar on his back in a bag that can also hold berries, TMs, and other pokegoods.

Here you go, Acquiescence

I woke up at six in the evening, checked my email, and cried because my onexone roleplay partners STILL haven't replied to my responses. It's been three months, guys!

((The plot sounds really good, and I really would like to join, but I'm terrible at playing hero type characters...and anti-hero types. They always turn out boring and one dimensional, and I grow sick of playing them rather quickly. My vampire is really the only good humanoid character I can play without losing interest. :/ I wish you good luck on your roleplay, though; I'll probably read it from the perspective of the thread lurker. ))

You should probably add me to pokemon.

((The device has been modified....I mean, the rules have been updated and stuffs.))

((Nobody else want to join? I'm not a fan of onexones... ))

((I can't believe I had to pull out my Soulsilver game just to figure out where everything was. xD lawlz.)) Vulpix peered anxiously out from his makeshift haven in the Dark Cave before gingerly stepping out into the sunlight. His muscles rippled beneath his gilded pelt as he stretched his limbs and began searching for something to eat for breakfast. While keeping on the lookout for humans, Vulpix crawled through the underbrush and padded throughout the woods, until he came across a stray oran berry lying on the ground. His gaze scanned the area, looking for any signs that it could be a trap, before he darted forward and scooped up the berry in his jaws. He fled back into the safety of the foliage before sitting down and crushing the blue berry between his teeth, savoring the cool, sweet juices before swallowing down his meal. Strength renewed, he began to bathe himself in the weak morning light that dappled the forest floor, growling at the sight of the loathsome Team Magma brand on his flank. What horrible memories that mark brought him. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Vulpix set off to explore the woods, trying to remain hidden as best as he could. Before long, he came across a human shack where a group of humans and other pokemon seemed to be gathering. Taking cover in a thick bush, Vulpix watched the trainers and pokemon with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.

Whaa? why not? Vulpix: *perks ears up and glares* Yeah? why not? Do you think you're too good for me? *barrs fangs in an unintentionally adorable growl* Edit: Curse that Emote! xD

-Name; Vulpix (Will get a nickname once he is caught) -Appearance/Characteristics; Shiny, has a Team Magma emblem tattooed/branded into his flank. Untrusting of humans, quick to attack anyone who seems to be a threat. -Birthday; He doesn't remember. -Things to Know; This Vulpix was born in a Team Magma breeding program, where Team Magma was trying to breed as many drought vulpix as possible in order to sap the earth of ocean and lake water, thus producing more land. He was often neglected and beaten if he tried to fight back against his handlers, or resisted orders. Once enough other vulpix were born with the Drought ability, Team Magma attempted to make a profit off of the shiny, rebellious vulpix by selling him to the highest bidder. While he was being transported by truck to the Johto region, Vulpix slowly worked away at his cage with his ember attack and eventually managed to melt the bars. When the Magma grunts opened the back of the truck, Vulpix surprised them with a quick attack and took off running for the woods. He's been living on route 31 ever since, occasionally seeking refuge in Dark Cave during storms. Moveset: Ember, Quick Attack, Heat Wave(egg move), and Faint Attack -Roleplay Universe: Derp, Pokémon.

I was kinda talking about the Asylum roleplay....:/

To be honest, I still can't really figure out what the magikarp happened in his intro...I mean, "Fucking carry laws", what does that supposed to mean? Maybe I'm just being a grammar Nazi, but It's hard to understand someone's post when everything is so run-together...

Alright, I'll bite. What pokemon am I?

Sweet! We have the same type! ^^ *hugs bisharp buddy*

Might I join in as a wild pokemon? Perhaps as a cute little Vulpix?

Ward C Two orange, snake-like eyes flickered open in the darkness of his cell, glowing with malice and bloodlust. He wanted nothing more than to paint the halls red with the blood and viscera of his captors for what they had done to him, but alas, he could hardly move. His body was bound tightly in the white cloths of his dreaded straitjacket, and a mask concealed the lower part of his face so that he couldn't sink his fangs into the flesh of his handlers. How he loathed that mask. Still, at least it was nice and cool in the darkness of Ward C. Nice and far away from the dreaded heat of Ra's harsh, condemning glare. Skull flicked his gaze towards the walls around him, glaring hatefully at the crude runes and hieroglyphs that lined the perimeter of the room. The 'doctors' had really done their homework on black magic, having had carved the mystical symbols into the walls in order to sap the beast within of many of his abilities. He could still see a spirit should one be lurking about the ward, but because of the enchantments, he could not take control of it. Nor could he shift into the form of his serpentine counterpart and slither out of his confining jacket and out beneath the door of his cell. How he yearned to take hold of his powers and bring hell upon his tormentors, but alas, he was next to powerless. The ancient creature set his jaw within his mask, flexing his fangs in and out of his jaws at the thought of being free to run rampant through the asylum, slaughtering anything and everything In his wake. It was a common fantasy amongst many of Ward C--after all, while they had managed to take away his shapeshifting and necromancy, Skull could still hear the thoughts of his wardmates and others within the building. ((that's what I got so far. :/ ))

Laurel Cliff Laurel Cliff is divided into five wards: A, B, C, Infirmary, and Isolation. On the ground floor is Ward A, housing those harmless types. The psychics and those with telepathy, harmless elemental abilities, and other non-lethal creature types. These patients are allowed access to the community room and the enclosed outdoor area. Located on the second floor, Ward B is for the more testy types, those that lash out and fight back. Schizophrenics, psychos, lycanthropy, and other manic-drivel and dangerous ailments. These patients are occasionally allowed into the community room and the outdoor area. Third floor is Ward C, the last patient ward. It’s reserved for the worst of the worst that roll into Laurel Cliff Asylum. The mass murderers, the possessing demonic types, the so-called full-fledged monsters of society. These patients rarely ever are allowed into the community room or the outdoor area. Many are restrained in strait jackets for all of their days and they frequent the Isolation Ward for attacking nurses and other patients. The fourth floor houses the Infirmary and Isolation Ward, each respective to their name. The Isolation Ward isn’t a permanent patient houser—more of a time out for anyone misbehaving. These patients are the ones most experimented on, and the majority come from Ward C. The Infirmary is also another target for testing. After all, someone already ill won’t be missed should something... happen... 1971 WELCOME TO LAUREL CLIFF Welcome to Amourive’s finest mental health hospital, Laurel Cliff Asylum. Built in 1862, Laurel Cliff has recently celebrated its one-hundred year anniversary and continues to provide Amourive with superior psychological care and to shelter those of poor cognition in need of assistance. Our fine staff specializes in patients suffering from dementia, mania, psychosis, delusions of grandeur, and many other mental ailments. Our facility overlooks the beautiful forest of Devil’s Throat, and a walled outdoor area allows out patients to take in fresh air and reduce built up stress. We have weekly visitation hours, so you never have to worry about being separated from your loved ones. Laurel Cliff Asylum is just like home. WAKIE WAKIE SUNSHINE You awake in darkness, a sharp throbbing pain shooting through your head as the sudden start of consciousness brings a grimace to your face. You feel comatose, inebriated on something they had forced on you the night before. The confusion sets in, bringing your blood to a boil as beads of sweat run down your neck while you frantically try to find some focus of light in this canvas of black you’re now lost in. Your hands pad at the walls, feeling smooth and cold painted brick beneath your fingers, and finally, a switch. The dome light overhead cracks with a bright flicker of celadon green while the fluorescent hum of electricity floods your ears. A buzz so loud, amongst the eerie quiet of your square room it sounds like a freight train passing overhead. You wince at the noise before curling against the wall, eyes now able to take in where you are. Stained concrete floor, cracked prison-green painted brick walls, peeling white plaster ceiling, rusted metal bolted door, and... oh, what’s that? A crinkled manila sheet of paper had been shoved underneath the door, folded and stained with a questionable burgundy liquid. You fall to your knees, grabbing the paper and unfolding it to find words... a note, scribbled out so poorly but still legible. You eagerly read it. HEY... READER... LISTEN NOW... ...lies. All lies. This place, asylum, prison... It’s gold-leafed shit is what it is... vomit clad with party hats and sparklers... you’re in a holding room. They’ll assign you to a ward later. Chances are you’re not normal, right? I’m not talking about whatever’s fucked up in your head. I mean that if a regular hospital had you laid out on a gurney, they’d dissect your brain and ship you off to Washington D.C. You’re here because they want something from you. They want to know how you work. They want to know how you think. They want to cure you. Do you know how they cure you? Lobotomies, electroshock therapy, and god all those drugs... don’t take the pills. Oh, and you think you’re hot shit? You think you can just muscle your way out of here? You can’t. You just... can’t... the thing that’s keeping us here is more powerful than you, it’s more powerful than me, it’s more powerful than every single thing here combined. Like us, it isn’t normal. This place is haunted. The head honcho around here is just a face. He’s being controlled by something. That same thing that won’t let any of us leave. Just lay low for now. Oh, and don’t go in the boiler room. Credit for the plot goes to my good friend Krank. You can join as a supernatural being (Vampires, werewolves, demons, angels, fairies, witches, nekos, etc.) with some sort of mental disorder, or you can join as an orderly and keep the peace (orderlies can be human or otherwise.) When you type your intro/roleplay response, I think it would be nice to type out what part of the asylum you're in above your post, so that we don't accidently have people who are hanging around in The C Ward suddenly get approached by members of the A ward for no good reason, and other similar shenanigans. Also, Third person; past tense is loved. You should know the standard rules to roleplaying by now. No godmodding, bunnying (In my day we called it powerplaying.), killing off characters without permission, etc. If you don't know the rules, go look at the roleplay rules on someone else's board, and use common sense to apply them here. (In other words, if a pokemon board requires you to have your character carry around some random bidoof throughout your journey, you clearly need not apply that rule here. After all, everyone knows that bidoofs don't do well in mental hospitals. Their feet turn blue, they start speaking in polish--it's a whole ordeal. ) Also, NO RANDOM JAIL-BREAKING SHENANIGOATS. IT AIN'T FUN FOR THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO CLEAN IT ALL UP. This roleplay is going to be Rated M for gratuitous amounts of violence and swearing. We got vampires up in here y'all, and they gotta feed sometime. If blood, carnage, hospital imagery, shock therapy, creepy mask salesmen, and disturbing imagery/mental breakdowns aren't your thing...then go beat Dr. Sigmund Connal in a pokemon battle for me, mmkay? I hope you all enjoy~

Vampire The Masquerade/World of Darkness?

Whatever the heck Indiana is. xD

So yeah, don't steal it and stuff...It's a little PG13...

There's only one type of real vampire. That other thing that calls itself a vampire is actually a fairy. xP

What about generic Vampire Roleplays?