Grizzlybrand

Understood I came up with another thing

Hey quick question, I'm trying to rework the backstory for Gladioli because it was rushed. Would there be a charm that would protect people from low levels of magic?

One Punch Man is the only thing of that kind with that level of quality. You'd prolly really Like OVERLORD tho. Good anime.

I'm very glad to hear that you're feeling better (Or at least on the fast track to being back at 100%).

- (Uh, I went to edit the fic, and erased it and saved. Whoops.)

Stardust Bomb Type: Steel Power 80 Accuracy 70% PP: 10 Effect: The user calls upon stars to drop down on their enemy. Does Double Damage under the effects of Gravity Distribution: Tutor .

Yeah it's prolly there to prepare for it while they get it out there in another episode. Trust me I want my mega Steelix just as bad

Welcome to Reborn buddy. This is a pretty chill place to hang out until ep 16 hits, and for a while after, if you're into that kinda stuff there's an RP board, and some other topics to chat with others about.

Yo, welcome to pokemon Reborn. Community rules under your profile, check em out. You can edit your trainer sprite, get a trainer card, and all that Jazz under Customize. Oh and this might be a bug, try talking to him again?

Welp back at it again (after deciding that Monotype and some coutners wouldn't work for this) I've been thinking on some pokemon I really liked, I'm still not sold on this whole team yet

Name: Tobias Gladioli Age: 18 Personality: "Man it's really hard to care when people forget ya all the time." Tobias is that person that is always on the fringes of your memory, that one guy you met a few weeks ago that helped you move your car when it was stuck in the mud. He's very laid back, with this air of serenity and a soothing voice that makes you just wanna relax. He's also seems to be very forgetful, often reintroducing himself two or three times in a lengthy conversation. He always carries with him a small book that he writes his jokes in. If he gets a laugh out of it he'll mark it down as a success. He also keeps the bad jokes as well, because he likes the looks on their faces when they hear it. He is friendly, chatty, and incredibl lazy. He seems like a generally harmless giant, which makes him rather effective at gathering information, and also very dangerous. Gladioli is attentive, and good at picking up patterns and details. He uses their lowered guard to his advantage, and isn't above stepping on others in order to achieve his goals. Silver tongued and dominant, he'll quickly drop all semblence of niceties when angered, or someone is in the way of what he wants. Despite usually holding to such a friendly demeanor, he does slip up and show that he is a lot less lighthearted than he wants people to know. His depression weighs heavy on him, and it's a fight he doesn't see himself winning in the long run. There's a lot of anger in his heart, years of neglect and abuse had shaped his inner thoughts. His pain had left him with purpose, his rage had become fuel, and his depression often has him seeking out others who feel the same. He may have to bear this weight alone, but he refuses to let anyone else do the same. Appearance: Tobias is a really tall, dark skinned man with tired brown eyes and a wolfish grin. Tobias has a strong, athletic build built from years of his family's military training. His dark brown hair hair is styled into thick dreadlocks, with thick, dark eyebrows, a beard that's beginning to extend into a mustache. He generally dresses simply, T-shirts (many times with silly designs on it) and jeans and boots. One constant in his wardrobe is his grey fur-lined jacket, which he wears year round, despite the hottest seasons. Backstory: For as long as he could remember, Gladioli lacked the will to exist. His home life plagued by an abusive father, and as the eldest of the three he took the brunt of the damage. Words and beatings wore his hopes quickly, and left him bitter and alone under the strangest of circumstances. For the children, adults, and teachers in his small village could never remember him. Day in and day out he would have to reintroduce himself to the people he's known all his young life. He's tried everything he could think of, he's made an impression on their lives hundreds of times. He's been the kindest he could be, he's been the meanest he could be. But it didn't matter, hours, days, weeks, as soon as he had left their head, he had been forgotten. One day winter had come earlier than expected, a flash freeze had had struck his hometown, and caught the young boy unaware and unprepared for the harsh cold. He was saved by a passerby, a teacher who by chance had crossed by him. The teacher took him home, and helped him recover from the intense frostbite. Gerald serif, substitute primary teacher and lover of all bad puns, after listening to this troubled child's life at home, had decided to take him under his wing. It was here that Gladioli discovered his love for food, and cooking. He was worked through the ringer, with studies and intense exersize regiments to keep his often drifting mind focused. He was not told why so few could remember him, this and other questions had burned in the back of his mind. He waS instead taught how to move with confidence, and to make each oppertunity, each moment you share with someone else wonderful enough to remember. Despite his teacher's words, he was slow to change, his depression had hung over him still but he was granted a boon, something to work on, to fix and improve upon. Even when his bones ached from exhaustion or bruises, he would give his everything to something. But eventually, as suddenly as Serif had arrived in his life, he disappeared leaving nothing but his coat and old joke book behind. No goodbyes, no warning, as if he hadn't existed in the first place. The bitterness threatened to return, everything that had once kept him content had now reminded him of the man that had disappeared. Years had passed, and the bitterness had become bile that stained his taste buds. He stuck to the routines he had done, he wore himself out every morning and evening. Leaving him tired. He went and did the bare minimum for things he had to do, because no one would remember whether or not he slept through exams. Many days he wished that he would just disappear. And so he did. On his 18th birthday, he had ceased to exist, vanished, became nothing. Caught in an endless fog with no way out. It at first had been soothing, he had gotten what he had wanted all along, didn't he? His mind drifted among rubble and ruins, constantly flickering in and out of existance. But his mind then drifted to his siblings, who would protect them? His thoughts quickly switched to things he had left undone, people he had helped, and a burning curiosity to find out what is wrong with him. In nothing he had found a fire, and it burned brighter than a thousand suns. He wasn't going to die like this. With an intense determination he thought of where he needed to go, what he needed to be. The magic that had stirred inside him had began to boil, the heat of his soul had quickly whipped into a violent storm as he felt his very essence had been torn apart and swung about by the massive force. It was an experience unlike any other he had felt before, and he wanted nothing more for it to stop. He willed for it to stop. And so it did. He found himself once again on his floor, whole and corporeal. Reeling from forces he had yet to understand, and filled with for more questions than he could understand. A fire had been ignited in him, not only as a mage but a spark for life. With a jokebook and dusty old jacket, Tobias Gladioli had begun to move forward. Desired Magic Type: Magi Desired Magic Discipline: Void Magic Edit: I've found a pretty good reference for his voice https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vU8eL2CjzHw E2: Edited so he actually has a backstory, working on Personality E3: Finished expanding on personality

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Team Crescent Anyrank Grizzly - Snorlax - Gengar - Slowbro - Gyarados Opening message: *Yawn* Oh man I must've been asleep for days. Hey kid you're a new recruit? Closing Message: Not Bad, Not Bad, that woke me up. When you talk to him post beating him: Oh, you're that kid that's been running aMUK the place.... (was thinking he was a grunt that gets promoted for a second battle harder battle later, but both times when he loses gives the player useful info and puns) - Snorlax - Gengar - Slowbro - Gyarados - Magmortar - Magnezone Opening Message: Oh...Hey kiddo, I suppose I can't get you to turn around and go get lunch or something, my treat? Sorry but I really can't just let you walk on in and disrupt everything we worked so hard for. Closing Message: ...heh. Darn. I guess Weedle have to let you pass. Edit: I just realized my whole team was Gen 1 based. he's slept through 5 gens lol

Ditto on the Kate situation, I had to turn off my computer and go sit with my friend for a few hours because it got to me. Something from before Life is strange would be the ending to the dark brotherhood questline in Oblivion. I never thought I'd feel so bad doing a storyline about murder happy assassins.

Ayyy this answers a good chunk of my questions and gives me ideas for a character already! I'm definitely down to try out for this if ya make it.

I am very interested in this. And really hopes this bears fruit. (Not much happening in these boards.) I wanna Know how the magic works, is it more Vancian like D&D, where its a finite number of prepared spells to use at leisure, Hp like wand magic, rituals, a combination of these thing? Or is it a system you made up? I like that concept, where peoples spark for true magic awakens at a certain age. I wanna see how others imagine it.

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