WildChalice

Aliah's gaze flicked between the person processing his papers and the dorm room listing. After what seemed to be a long wait, Aliah suddenly found himself staring at three key items. His official trainer card, pokedex and his room key. He carefully pocketed the trainer card and the room key. Flipping the pokedex open Aliah turned to scan Keme... only to see a light blue figure hopping away into the crowd. "Ke...me?" Aliah whispered in shock, the pokedex nearly falling from his hand. A faint chill seemed to wrap itself around Aliah despite the line of people. Pupils suddenly widened to the max, giving the boy a glazed look. Half shoved-half stumbling Aliah left the desk and automatically started searching for the tiny frog pokemon. As Aliah had stood waiting, Keme had caught an interesting scent and bounded off in search of the source. Despite nearly getting stepped on a few times, Keme finally found what he'd been seeking. Hopping to a stop just shy of the girls feet, Keme gazed up at the vulpix. Keme didn't pay the girl much attention, as he hopped to and fro, making bubbles rise up around him. He was more focused on trying to get the vulpix to play. "Keme?" Aliah called, louder than before. A worried hand pushed back the hair resting on his cheek. He was scanning the ground, hoping to find tracks until he spotted a familiar sight. Keme was nearby judging by the small bubbles floating upwards. Breaking his normal stride, Aliah began a hurried jog towards the bubbles. He was so focused on the froakie that he forgot to pay attention to his footing. "Woah!...Oof!" Aliah exclaimed as he slipped and fell on his butt. He glared at Keme with a scowl as the pokemon seemed just as surprised by the fall. Turning away from the frog, Aliah glanced up at the person before him. A young woman with silver hair and red eyes, a hood drawn protectively over her head. "Um... I'm... sorry about my Froakie Miss." Aliah spoke slowly as the chill was fading away. "Hope he didn't hur- I mean, scare you."

LOL yeah I know. It was intentional. Mie is introverted and Aliah is.... um... Aliah. Only way Aliah would get to bump into someone (with me starting it, not responding) is if Keme hopped off. So the pokemon have to do the work. Aliah will slowly warm to people but he's got serious emotional/mental barriers up due to past life. EDIT: Post made. Hope this was okay Hiss

If Dobby and Chim don't mind that I have Aliah get registered in my next post (I'll just leave the dorm numbers/roommate blank) I'll have Keme bound away and find Kagari

Aliah drew back from the now moving crowd of people. He automatically drew his coat tighter and pulled down the tan hat atop his head. Keme glanced right, worried for his friend, from his place on Aliah's left shoulder. The Froakie had wanted to perch on Aliah's head but the boy wouldn't have it. Stepping forward as the opportunity arrived, Aliah slipped passed the gate. In his hands were the registration papers and his ID. The throng of people dispersed as the new arrival's took in the sights. Aliah glanced at Keme, who merely licked him, and strode toward the registration area. Keme leaned forward to look into Aliah's eyes, before quickly retreating. A soft, sad croak echoed escaped him. Keme didn't like the icy, frozen stare Aliah wore now. Keme sensed that it was a defense move but didn't understand why. Why couldn't Aliah be smiling and laughing, blue eyes dancing like a soft flame, like they were when the pair was alone? Ambrette Town was their home but now a new place, new world opened before them. Aliah reached up and scratched Keme on his back. "I'm okay Keme." Aliah said softly, so only the Froakie could hear. Keme gave a light headbutt that meant 'I know you're lying' in response. A ghost of a smile appeared on Aliah's face before fleeing. "Point taken. I'll be okay once we get registered. That better?" Keme licked him again in response before gazing around in wonderment at all the different pokemon it could see. Aliah stopped moving, having arrived at the registration desk for boys. Handing the person his ID and papers, Aliah managed a "Hello" before flicking his gaze at the wooden boards.

Glad to see you've returned! And /cheer that this might get started soon.

Seems like this is a mix of Overlord and Re:Monster. I like this idea a lot. Re:Monster Wiki link to MC "Rou" I just woke up so my ability to think is kinda... slow? I'll answer some of the questions later on. Brain needs food!

I'm up for it 100%. Glad you found it Dobby.

*waves bye-bye to Bfroger6*

Awww, sorry to hear you're leaving Bfroger6. But good luck in your studies!

Sounds interesting. I really enjoyed Kyoryuger! Count me in.

I'd join! Option 1 would be my choice.

I'm interested in this... gonna look over the info for the profile.

Sorry to hear you'll be without internet Chim! I'd go mad personally... I'm a very techie girl.

I'm interested. The more types of RP games played makes me a better RPer. The RP's you mentioned are akin to Latin to me... is there a place I go to learn about them?

Makes sense. I've RP'd on other boards and those were the 'basic' rules. Just double checking since this is my first RP on Reborn. LOL! Quoted for truth!

I did read the topic several times during my time here. I apologize for not be more specific. I meant mainly for this RP. And (utterly failed to specify) about your (Chimchain) and Dobby's 'personal' rules. Thank you for explaining. Looking forward to seeing how the game progresses.

*Raises hand* Question. What are the rules of the RP outside the obvious no-meta/sue characters. And the standard "Respect fellow RPer's and Game mod's decision". What can cause warnings (and strikes)? Forgive me if this is obvious somewhere else.

That's fine. I didn't want to change anything without an okay just to be sure. EDIT: Added Male Gender to Froakie

Whoops... I forgot to say that Froakie is Male... can I edit my bio to reflect that?

Name: Aliah “Shadow” Crossgem Age: 15 (Birthday February 21st) Hometown: Unknown / Ambrette Town (Kalos) Program: Trainer Starting side: Student Appearance: (Pants are black) Personality: Withdrawn and aloof, Aliah views the world as though he weren't apart of it. Prefers to avoid conflict, but can't turn his back on those in trouble. Rarely speaks but always has something important to say. Starter: Keme Froakie w/Protean (Male, Level 8) Modest Nature Water Pulse Quick Attack Lick - Double Team Smokescreen Backstory: Aliah recalls little of his past, outside of the storm that washed his broken body up on the shore of Ambrette Town. Taken in by the town doctor, Dr. William Crossgem, Aliah was thought to be around 9 years old. He bore scars, both physical and mental, that showed a cruel and unthinkable life. Though clearly shell-shocked at the sudden changes in his life, Aliah quickly grasped the doctor's practice and forced his way into helping Crossgem with his work. Crossgem's only attempt at rebuffing the boy, resulted in Aliah huddled in the closet for several hours. Three years would pass with William regularly attempted to engage Aliah in conversation of any kind. Though it seemed hopeless William refused to give up. One thing William realized Aliah enjoyed was the staring at the sea. Some of the older, and younger, residents had taken to calling Aliah 'Shadow' as the boy soundlessly appeared and disappeared without warning. The kids would taunt Aliah calling him a 'Shadow Boy' to his face. Aliah would simply raise an eyebrow and walk away. Late one evening Aliah went down to the seashore to sit. He stumbled on a tiny frog that was clearly hurt. Gently picking up the frog pokemon, Aliah hurried it home to be treated. Crossgem was woken by the sounds of working at 2 am and headed down to see the fuss. He froze at a symphony of strange sounds floating up to him. Peering into the room unseen, William Crossgem began to cry softly. Aliah was laughing and smiling. The Froakie, covering itself and Aliah in bubbles, had broken the steel wall around Aliah's heart. From that day on Aliah and Froakie were inseparable. It would seem Crossgem's attempts at conversation weren't in vain for Aliah had soaked every word up like a sponge. The boy simply hadn't the connection necessary to use them. Local trainer's passing through would help Aliah learn the basics of battling and caring for Froakie, now nicknamed Keme. It was one of these trainers that brought a leaflet detailing Ymora's Academy. With William's blessing, Aliah spent the next three years training. Both himself and Keme. Finally the day arrived and Aliah ventured off to Ymora's famous Academy. Extra: Leaving key details about past out for story purposes. Aliah wears a silver ring with the medical symbol on it at all times. Aliah has a brand on his lower back and countless scars crisscrossing his body. Due to this he's never seen without a shirt.

Awesome thanks. *Heads off to work on it* Is it possible to have both a Student and an RoG character?

Is it possible to still join this RP?

First off I'd like to give super props to MoneyMadam for starting this thread and the same to everyone who's posted their stories within. *claps* Second I guess I should talk about myself. General Note: Super Premature Birth (24 1/2 weeks or I shouldn't be alive today as I'm 29) Mental: Severe depression Anxiety Minor Compulsive OCD (that affects sleep). Medication Addiction x2 (WOOT!) Physical: Seizures (Childhood Type called Febrile that were fever-induced) Scoliosis of my lower back (which is the cause of the Sciatica) Sciatica Touch of Cerebral Palsy (which is actually kinda funny) List Complete! Explanation time... I guess? So yeah... guess the best place to start with is the Seizures. As I noted, I had a type of Childhood Seizures that were rather odd looking back. As a baby in the hospital I had the seizures so medication was dissolved into my bottle. 29/30 year's ago medicine wasn't nearly as advanced. Especially in the field of child-birth (and preemie survival). So I know a lot of people are gonna go "24 1/2 weeks? What does that mean?" Heck, I did after getting over my shock. I'll make it easier to grasp. My birthday is Feb. 21st, my due date was JUNE 8th. I was born 1 lb (pound) and 8 oz (ounces) and 13 inches long. I was entirely see through when born and the doctors didn't think I'd live through the night (they dragged my grandma to see me "so someone saw the baby alive"). I managed to work my way up to 13 cc's of formula before I threw up and restarted at 5 cc's (30 cc = 1 ounce). But I survived against the odds thanks to a pioneering doctor. Yay life-saving progress! But I digress, sorry. So I'm on the medication and doing great, no seizures. I hit 3 years old and they take me off the meds. Within a month I have a spiking fever (99 -> 100 -> 101 abnormally rapid climb) and wham! I wake up in the hospital. Back on the meds. No problems. I turn 6. Let's try again. No meds. Mom's driving down the road and suddenly a tornado drops down, rips up the street in front of her, and !hello! I'm once again seizing. Ironically, we were on our way to my doctors for a check up... So I turn 9. Third times the charm right? Nope. Grandma (the one who was dragged to see me in the hospital) is living with us at the time. 4:30 am and mom gets to go wake up dad (I was sleeping with mom in the master and dad slept in my room since I was sick.) and Gram too. Grammy strolls into the master thinking she can wake me up and see's 5 grown men on the bed fighting with me. (An ambulance crew + back up from a fire truck.) She freaks (I'm told) and I wake up again in the nice kiddy room at the hospital. At this point my brain decided that it not only was going to torment me by randomly shorting out but it was going to stop making Serotonin and Melatonin (Keys for 'happy' and 'sleep'). So I enter 3rd grade and my mom gets to argue with the doctor that something was wrong with me. "It's like a switch flipped off. She's not herself!" (At that point no one believed children could get depression so he chalked it up to my seizure medication. woot!) Then mom decides that maybe I'm just becoming like my father (an major introvert) and that she's over-reacting. Severe Depression hides itself until under this guise for many years. School was... a mix of sucky and fine with a bit of weird and creepy mixed in. I got bullied through 3rd-5th grade (elementary/primary) but also managed to come into my own sense of self in 5th. Also got a teacher fired that year. School itself was boring and as I saw rather pointless. I had no interest in studying or doing homework and frustration was had by all in my life at that point. (Parents, Teachers and me.) So I turn 12 and this time before we go off the meds the doc orders a 24hr-ekg (brainwave scan) So I became a mummy for a day (the fun electrodes were glued to my head which was then wrapped in bandages to keep them on.) and I even got to carry a briefcase everywhere! (the recorder) So... yeah. Results come back finally. I've grown out of them. My brainwaves are normal. But life is still 'blah and meh' feeling. I suddenly start to have shooting pains up my leg that nearly cause me to fall. MRI time! We learn from that about my touch of CP. And my Scoliosis + Sciatica. God Sciatica is a bitch! It's so damn painful! Year's pass and now Dad's having back pain. Crazy painful pain. Random test at hospital (X-ray?). Cue life-crisis beating me in the face. Turns out daddy's got Kidney Cancer. (this is around 1995~ish) Jump forward to 2002. My mental descent begins. School starts, dad's in hospice (care given to those terminally ill to ease their pain at the end) and I get to deal with stupid teachers that don't know what hospice is (and are rather rude upon finding out) and I've stopped feeling much of anything. One day blurs together into the next. Dad passes (RIP 9/15/2002) and I still feel next to nothing. I'm great at acting and actually comfort my aunt at the funeral service. Because of my counselor at school I was able to drive to school (as a sophomore) and only had a half day's worth of class's (only necessary class's, no electives.) One morning in the winter something snaps... literally. Getting ready for school and BAM bawling my eyes out on the floor for no reason. Manage to write mom a letter that sums up everything (I don't know what's wrong but I can't feel happy or care about anything) and drag myself to school (managed to stop the tears for a bit). Mom reads letter, calls school. Pulled from class (was waiting for it) and get to go see my friend the counselor. Standard "do you want to hurt yourself?" session. Reassuring her "No" (and actually putting it in the letter) I got a recommendation to see a psychiatrist. She's quick to misdiagnose me as Bi-Polar before finally thinking it's severe depression not bi-polar. Giving a script for pills. (Zoloft) Take it the first night... sleep like I haven't in YEARS. Go back to doc and start the 'adjustment' phase of the meds. That sucked. I got pissed at the doc and missed too many appointments so I was kicked from her practice. Found another doctor. Ironically... same last name as the first. Though totally different and awesome (I love her although she's always late or running behind). She does a much more detailed exam and realizes that I have some bonuses with my depression. Anxiety and Minor Compulsive OCD (as all three are in the same region of the brain). Anxiety rear's its head in lovely panic attacks regarding a story with an uncle that stayed with us. I still can't listen to it. The OCD kicks in at night when I'm trying to sleep and is more annoying than anything. It pops up as repeating words or song lyrics that endlessly spiral round my brain (proper sounds included.) One night I was trapped with hearing Homer Simpson alternating "D'Oh!" and "BART!" as if he were standing next to me. Or I get to listen to one line of lyrics from songs like "I Got You Babe, Chasing Cars, Dancing Queen and/or the 'Ominous Music' from Law and Order and Criminal Minds.) So now the doctor gives me new pills to help with the OCD and they work... mostly. Then comes a week in ~2010 that I screw up and miss an appointment. It gets moved to a week later. No night time med... suddenly I'm not sleeping well. I only know I 'slept' because time move forward. I go to work. Nights get worse. Body feels old and creaky. 4th day (was working the whole week) I'm suddenly stammering and not coherent when talking to customers. (Cashier... key point in job yes?) Can't remember where I live. (We moved 6 years prior and I worked across the street from my home but have to cross a major road). Call mom in a panic "I can't drive that far! Come pick me up!" Confused mom asks me that I can't drive across the street? (She's on other side of town near old house) I continue to exclaim that I can't drive that far. Mom convinces me to drive across the street, before suddenly calling to tell me to wait for her. She picks me up and we call the doctor. They fax emergency script over and we snatch it. I take pill. Sleep like I'm dead and wake up bright-eye and bushy-tailed. Memory of prior week seems like a crazy dream. Never did that again. Holy crap that was long... and disjointed. Sorry for the story format! Oh and If people want to know more details that I glossed over let me know. Just reply here or PM me. Depending on response I may post them here.

Not any longer! *Rereads the link posted* Seriously... not any longer. Exact same %.... Personality: INFJ Variant: Turbulent Role: Diplomat Introverted 63% Intuitive 28% Feeling 22% Judging 11% Assertive 13% I completely agree and was a bit spooked at how accurate it was. I'm really only Assertive when it comes to fixing a/an [obvious] problem. [Even if Management doesn't agree]

Soppy nothing! Emotions are part of what make us human! And... [stops self from preaching mode] Congrats on quitting smoking. Celebrate everyday that you don't smoke. For everyday is a victory in itself. I hope that you no longer feel the need to self harm [it doesn't sound it but still].