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Arwen OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 268 |
Posted: Tue, 10/10/2023 17:36 (1 Year ago) |
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Character(s): Orberus and his best friend/"roommate", Revrie- Revrie belongs to my friend who doesn't have a Toyhouse for him, but their wiki page has some appearance description. As long as they look sufficiently scrawny and sickly, all is well! Reference/pose: Revrie is canonically the height of like,, up to Orbe's ankle, so perhaps him sitting on Orbe's shoulder? Laughing sweetly at something, while Orbe is smiling at them? I will genuinely just be happy to see them together. They are very different, but deeply enamored with each other- as long as that is present, feel free to have fun with the posing however you like! FB/HB/HS: Halfbody for Orbe, and full body for Revrie Sketch/Lined/Flat/Shaded: Shaded, please! Payment: Since there are two whole characters, and snouts are nightmare to draw always and ever, would 500k PD suffice? If you want me to raise it, just say so. Tip?: I do not really know what is rare nowadays, but I do happen to have some dragon gems, Nebula stone and an Ultra Saddle in my inventory if that would be of any interest to you! Otherwise, some nuggets. Other: Wiwiwi, I adore the art you have where multiple characters are together... There is so much softness in them. I saw that, and fell in love with them immediately. If you want some info on either of these characters to portray them better (or to just give me a shameless opening to ramble), feel free to shoot me a message! [Read more] |
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Arwen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 268 |
Posted: Tue, 10/10/2023 16:22 (1 Year ago) |
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Props/Accessories: I'm particular about the chain around his neck, and the golden bell hanging from it. Other than that, nothing else is necessary! (EDIT: Hohoho,,, had a thought. If you want to go for a more aggressive look, could you try a spiked collar? Spefically something like this. A wolf collar that livestock guardian dogs wear, and with Orbe's bell on it. Thank you! :D) Image Style: Transparent and full body, please? But if you'd rather keep it to something smaller, id be just happy to get something drawn by your talents. :3 Expression/Personality: Have fun with it! Despite his scars and mangled tail, Orberus remains one hell of a flamboyant wolf. Although he often means well, ends up being a bit of a posh brute due to his sheltered upbringing, willingness to do anything for those beloved to him, and moral compass somewhere in the skies. Any expression befitting a beloved, queer-coded Disney villain, really! If you feel like drawing fangs, I'd love to see him more animalistic and snarling. References: Finally made a Toyhouse page for him just for this, prff. Here! If you need any pointers and notes, please do tell. I love talking about my silly old man. Anything else: To spare you having to do clothing and all, please feel free to draw him feral! He is a maned wolf, and in canon can drop down to all fours and be barely recognizable as a person, rather than an animal. His past also includes hiding out in a village and pretending to be a sheep dog, so it's apt. [Read more] |
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Arwen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 268 |
Posted: Sun, 28/08/2022 16:33 (2 Years ago) |
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Arwen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 268 |
Posted: Sun, 28/08/2022 14:51 (2 Years ago) |
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Username: Arwen What do you want me to draw?: My SMP character, Rusalka. Tragically a bit referenceless, other than the skin itself and my own unfinished "art" Here is the skin itself, just paste it into a skin editor to view it. For posing, maybe their hooves clasped in front of their chest while their hair and skirt are flowing behind them? They should come off as ethereal and statuesque. If you ever want some more details, feel free to PM me or shoot me a message on Discord! If you want to try for a cube-ised, Minecraft style, I would be happy to see it, although it's not necessary! I can also send you their backstory if you want to, I am working on... shortening it down tho at the moment, ahfhs- Size: Full-body Coloring/shading: Yep, please! :3 Background: Id defer to your artistic choice on this. Perhaps a couple of abstract wolf-shapes, with open maws against a dark background? Symbols for Rusalka are serpents, wolves, and unicorns, feel free to experiment with whatever makes them pop. :3 Tip: I am going into this very reference-less, since this is a new character, and I feel bad about it, so I'll be doubling the payment. :D Password: Is it a cop-out when I say alolan ninetails and all forms of Silvally, but from Pokemon Reborn- Other: Id like the image to end up on their wiki page- full credits and linking back to your shop or another site you would prefer, of course. But if you aren't comfortable with that, feel free to say so. Also, could you make them appear a bit transparent by any chance? They are very much a ghost. [Read more] |
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Arwen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 268 |
Posted: Tue, 10/11/2020 19:45 (4 Years ago) |
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They held the Pokeball a little further away from themselves, hoping to give the Pokemon inside it a bit more space but not being able to get themselves to completely put them down. With a press of a button, there was a flash of light and... Oh? This didn't look like Azurills they remembered. The Pokemons eyes were the color of murky waters and the artificial light gave them almost ethereal, yet such an empty look. Farah swore they felt the temperature drop, the empty look in its eyes the sort they remember seeing on people who stood outside the casino, wondering how they are going to tell their family that they have no more to lose. Its too-long tail was coiled around it, with enough of it still being free and allowing the bubble-like end to sway in the air like an off-beat metronome. Does it look pale or.. Farah clearly must have forgotten how Azurills look. Still, they almost wanted to apologize for forcing it out. But they wouldn't end their first meeting like that, were they? Click to the usual, stay with the program. Their acting never failed them before, and when it does it won't be because of an unfounded worry. "And there you are. Would you look at yourself! I haven't seen such powerful blue in a while, honey. And I can see a Huge Power all the way from here! I am not feeling rather unworthy of being able to travel with you, but if you would h-" They never got to finish. There was a swish as their tail immediately straightened out to their full length, spinning like a lasso just once before the end and therefore the entire Pokemon propelled themselves forward, frighteningly familiar to an ambushing Seviper- And Farah liked to consider themselves an honest person, so they sure hope no one would later ask about how they felt in that moment, just to spare their dignity. The impact almost made Farah take a step back, Huge Power for sure, and the Pokemon wasted no time before burrowing itself behind the fur of their lapel, their tail left behind to wrap around Farah's thick neck- Definitely an Azurill running on Sevipers settings. And Huge Power to match with that, oh goodness... "I have.. clearly misread my target audience. Not enough cushions in the Pokeball? Very well, you have full permission to use me as a heater, but I would appreciate if you let me breathe just an itsy bitsy tiny bit more..." They felt the measly bit of movement against their chest before the tail truly eased their hold by a minuscule amount, its end left to bobble against their ear. ... Just a really tired Azurill then, they were sure! Nothing they couldn't deal with. The introductions just had to be postponed, they suppose! The feeling of the Azurill against them was a constant cold presence, but a still one. Must have hit the hay quite fast, Farah hopes they will pick that up from them later on. They raised a hand to hold the two furred lapels a bit closer together, keeping it there to steady the small creature and provide the warmth they seemed to need so desperately. They haven't felt fangs poking at them through the cotton, so the Pokemon must have approved. The tension in their shoulders that they haven't even noticed before lifted at once. This little one just stands apart from the crowd- and Farah could understand that very well. They took the Pokedex gently, fumbling just the tiniest bit as their eyes constantly went to check on the bump of a dozing Pokemon, and decided that yes, they will both be alright in each other's company. And then there was that feeling again- If Farah had to compare it, it was like a Rarata pulling at the strand of your hair. Unkindly so, sure, but when Ratatas tell you something, you listen, Cindarella rules and all that. And why weren't they surprised that it was the lithe man again? They must have done something right in this morning's routine then. It wasn't like them to get uncomfortable under attention- and this man might as well be a poster boy for gender-flipped The Sound of Music production, they could see them right there on the hills alongside Maria. Farah would have to be clinically paranoid to be scared of a person whose face could be put onto a picture and used as an instrument of world peace. Learning how to distinguish good attention from looks that should warn you to walk as if your heels were on fire came naturally to them- quite unfortunately too. They and their mother had to learn too soon in their lives. She did always joke about how it took the suspense from her shopping trips. Farah could vouch for it- Sometimes, entering a new street immediately made them feel like they just entered a minefield instead. But Farah's approach to people who were looking for an excuse to bite (If they were polite enough to do so) was always just an innocent wave and strutting a bit louder on their way out. They knew they were playing a dangerous game and their Baba especially would just prefer if they kept their head down but well... That was his talent, wasn't it? One that overtook him while Farah upped their dicey roulette.. And oh, despite it never doing anything to get him to look up, Farah still wasn't going to surrounder and cave into themselves as he did, what would that leave them of themselves? But entertaining this line of thoughts wasn't a good look, especially with their hand of long nails still curled around their new trusting friend and hopefully a second one soo helpfully giving them a boost of self-esteem. What a kindly person they were for staring so obviously. They might have also had a bit of ulterior motive... Farah didn't have a good track record of actually keeping permanent bonds and they didn't hoped for one here. But traveling, the constant leaving of everything they didn't even begin to know just to jump somewhere else, it was... isolating- Not lonely, mind you. Farah doesn't *get* lonely. Would it make it this far if they did? And a new fellow trainer? Now that was an opportunity. Who wouldn't want someone equally as new to help each other and learn out until they got strong enough to move on alone? Farah will take a chance on that, just so their heart could stop gnawing on them every night. And once again, he *was* looking for them first, so there's that. Shaking their head in what might eventually cross into bounds of exasperated affection, they carefully moved their own Pokedex to the hand that was still pressed against the Azumarill and took one more Pokedex before making their way toward the man with their usual sashay, gesturing animatedly with the second Pokedex at the In-Another-World-Farahs Pokeball. "I was made aware that the quiz wasn't a competition... But judging by the sunshine poured directly into your eyes, I do think my answers were a winner. Consider this brand new, ethically not sentient device as a little thank you for proving my point to the little angel... And maybe just the tiniest bribe to stick around for a bit longer? Considering you chose a Pokemon that was tailored to my personality, I think we'll make good travel buddies." [Read more] |
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Arwen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 268 |
Posted: Mon, 09/11/2020 20:26 (4 Years ago) |
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So at catching Sara's eyes, they didn't exactly preen- But they couldn't help to puff out their chest a little, clearly pleased at gaining someone's attention. They took a longer-than-necessary road to their tray, just so they could bump shoulders with the kind person, in what they hoped would be recognized as a comforting gesture. (Which really ended up being more of an... bumping their upper elbow against his shoulder, but the intention was there.) Farah couldn't help but notice that Sara looked as if he had one of those rickety garden folding chairs somewhere down the bloodline- so the whole interaction was so gentle that it was clear they must have toppled someone by doing this least once in their life. "Oh, must have been just the tiniest miscalculation there! With a face like yours, stringing you along all this way just to pull a nasty April fool would practically be a hate crime, don't you think? Revolution isn't exactly known for those, as far as I know. What I do know is they have a fondness for never leaving anyone behind- And that includes you and your teammate soon-to-be. Extra emphasis on soon. Myhaps just try to focus on that while they fix the mishap?" And although their first idea was to stay while they find this mans (Soo thin! Farah had half a mind to consider giving him the Poké Snacks right there) missing starter, they didn't want to make their own Pokemon wait too much, so they shot Sara a poster-worthy thumbs-up and made a show of indecisively tapping the tip of their black-painted nail on their chin, as they neared their tray. They had a speech prepared a long time ago, didn't they? When they were around 8 and dreamed about the day they get their first Pokemon. Someone strong enough to menacingly guard the entrance to the backstage while they do their job, someone that their mother could do the sizing on for some of the more complicated but ultimately boring costumes instead on so Farah would catch just the tiniest break... (And what a foolish thought that was! Mother's costumes were always worth some standing still and much more. They did come to recognize that later, alongside just how much fun she could have with her make-up and well, here they are.) Well... They aren't 8 anymore, and maybe it's just dawning on them that it's not as simple. Pokemon never tended to be. Because faced with a selection between a creature whose ancestors are a direct link to primal times of before, a Pokemon they seemed paired up with twist villains too much to ever be able to underestimate it... All they could think about was the soft laughter of Azurills playing in a pond. They don't even really remember how it looked- Just the noise and a spark of such child-like glee that might have been woven into their heart all this time, just waiting for it to be awoken again. There were cries, too. That's the thing about Azurills- they grow through bonds. When the friendship they held onto soo much.. breaks, it tends to throw their world for a spin. That's what their mother said, with baba sagely nodding like he always did when she said something smart and he fell in love with her just a bit more. Farah doesn't know if the Marills that were left behind ever get better but a part of them years to hope. So it wasn't simple. And Farah of today didn't need a speech and admittedly didn't even come to this journey with the Pokemon in forefront of their thoughts... But that strange bout of happiness that came out of nowhere? They might get used to that. And so they reached out to Azurills Pokeball, their fingers brushing its surface just for a moment as if testing if it could bite them through it before cradling it in both of their hands. Were Pokeballs always this small? "You two are both very strong, I can tell. It won't be long before someone comes for you too, so don't lose faith. This little one just needs a bit more encouragement. The faster start they get on that, the sooner we all get there eventually." [Read more] |
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Arwen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 268 |
Posted: Mon, 09/11/2020 18:51 (4 Years ago) |
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And oh my, looking at the professor, Farah was reminded of all the actors whose show took a turn for the worse in act 2. They could smile and banter all they want, but Farah was always aware that the face under their mother's hands was shaking and one misspelled line from falling apart. Just another layer of the job, their mother told them before teaching them the tells and hows. Unfortunately, Professor Hop definitely didn't have an extra on the phone and Farah wasn't about to out their illusion of control to others and *be* that misspelled line. Still, they made sure the smile on their face came off just a tad more encouraging. [Read more] |
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Arwen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 268 |
Posted: Mon, 09/11/2020 18:20 (4 Years ago) |
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Madam Praha was a silver fox, known for watching over the streets from her window like a particularly crestfallen Xatu, with a polished talent of making kids cry by a single well-coordinated look and on her worst days, a posh lady who couldn't stop talking about bright days of her opera-filled past. Safe to say, yesterday they talked over a game of chess and they got along swimmingly. Farah held up hand, palm-up, and Madam Praha immediately caught onto their invitation and placed their own free hand in theirs. They began to cycle each other with slowly poised steps, their palm-to-palm hands held hight between them, With the elderly ladys height only being around below Farah's shoulders and the frankly comical size difference between their hands, it was hardly a move worthy of the ballroom but it was just enough lure out a reward in form of one of the madams rare nostalgic smiles. ... One that had disappeared immediately when Madam Praha caught onto their own growing grin and made a quick move of sternly stepping on their foot. They took a step away from each other and Lady Praha only shook her head as Farah's yelp effortlessly transformed into a string of giggles. Before they could get a word in, Madam Praha got to it first. "You do understand why the journey is a mock, correct? No child returns, only scarred workers to repeat the circle. Someday, the outside decides to stop humoring us and takes them away too and this wretched land won't have children to send anymore." Madam Praha sounded almost annoyed as if she was lecturing Farah about basic math calculations. All that only resulted in a mutter of "Aww, such big heart you have!" hidden between another fit of giggles. Madam Praha must have taken that as clear proof of having no ground to stand on, as she made a stern turn-around motion that was stressed with a sharp nail of her bag-holding hand placing a cheap stab to their left side. Still smiling, Farah did as they were ordered to, crouching just the tiniest bit to allow Lady Praha to properly open their backpack. "Where did you learn such a way of easing child's worries, grandmama! You might want to put up a complaint. Tell you what- Dust off that old coronet of yours and don't put it down till those famed scarred workers return. It will be a good luck charm of sorts for me and all." Farah could practically hear her eyeroll as she placed the packet of Poké Snacks on top of their playbill album. And suddenly, Farah was struck with how they will miss this. They knew each other for just a day, but Farah never had a grandmother and well.. Something told them that if they asked to stay, Lady Praha would not mind handing off a toom permanently to them, along with half the upkeep and more tales to share. A rather sweet idea, helping to run an inn and laying low... But Farah didn't start this journey for that, didn't they? This all would be a nice safe daydream for someday else, For now, they were broken out of their thoughts with a silent curse as Lady Praha managed to get the backpack to click closed at once. Before Farah could turn around, Lady Praha was already heading to hold the front door open to them, lazily beckoning them to hurry along. "Thinking about diamonds in days like this... You sure are a dying breed, child. Now be off, before I start considering locking you up." "Listen carefully to gossips from now on, would you? This town will soon have something more to talk about, I assure you." And with that, they were unceremoniously shoved over the doorstep, only an automatic call of "Bedrood!" in hurried Farsi leaving their lips before yet another door closed behind them. With a smile, they ran a finger through their hair and fixed their headband before nonchalantly getting on their way, falling into their usual confident and grandiose gait, the steel heels of their workboots clicking on the pavement. At least that was until they caught a stray call in contralo of "Rake them over coals!" behind their back. The people on the street got the show of watching them skip the rest of the way to the lab. [Read more] |
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Arwen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 268 |
Posted: Sun, 08/11/2020 23:39 (4 Years ago) |
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Well, Farah might just be holding themselves back a bit today. The equipment will be more difficult to come by now from now on and there is something poetic about meeting their teammate almost-bare-faced, they thought. A proper beginning tends to start from the low- And Farah is nothing but self-sacrificial in the matters of sap, so they close the unused eyeliner with an almost mournful pop and pack up their kit at once. Farah had a vendetta against using storage the inns had provided, so after a mostly unnecessary but will-be nicely-appreciated-by-the-next-guest clean up, that was it. After a last glance around the room to ensure they yet again never left a mark, Farah smoothed out the fur of their poncho and let the doors lock behind them. With yet another empty room out of sight, out of mind, Farah marched on armed with an easy smile and a melodic hum of the familiar chords. [Read more] |
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Arwen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 268 |
Posted: Sat, 07/11/2020 15:08 (4 Years ago) |
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Name: Farah Devi-Rosewood Age: 16 Pronouns: They/Them Appearance: The first thought many people have about Farah's appearance is that they are eighter build like a brick house or must build them for living. Their height is just a bit below seriously intimidating (5′10″), but their blocky physique of wide shoulders and heavy build make up really well for it. But that is where all their possible comparisons to a grizzly bear end- Their round warm-brown face is littered with beauty marks, and their expertly done mascara only amplified the deepness of their emotive chocolate eyes. Their curly black hair is done in a quiff that is separated in the middle by a wide glittering azure blue headband. Farah dons sapphire overalls over a white shirt with long frilled bell-like sleeves but it's all covered in a long-sleeved belted cotton poncho that gives them an appearance of an oversized budgie. Its base is mocha brown and depicts a canopy of thin white branches flooded with cherry blossoms of all shades of blue, with the trims lined with soft white fur. Over that, they slung uncharismatically plain black travel backpack, with two big side pockets that individually store their trusty kalimba and a make-up palette that's quite extensive, considering the current civil war (Actually, everything about their appearance makes it seem like the civil war simply avoided them all this time. The sight makes quite a few people angry, but the shameless Farah prides themselves on their appearance and seem determined to never stop keeping it up until their last breath.). Personality: Farah grew up with their baba Roshans (Producer/Playwright) songs and the pampering of mother Belinda (Costume designer), who is no longer among us- and so it's a surprise to no-one that Farah grew up to be a songbird merely donning a human body. Constantly wrapped in the world of their own, their life is a play that they have no qualms about pulling people into it, thriving in the attention of others and finding it hard to drop a role when the time calls for it. Certainly a touchy fella with their just-a-tad performative heart constantly on their sleeve, with a long track of dismissing boundaries of social norms, common sense or people. You eighter love them or loathe them with the equal passion they adore the world with. They frequently helped out at Newhavens construction sites, although their complete inability to stay quiet and still for long led to many workers memorizing too-catchy songs against their will and misplaced drillings. Despite being a bane to with an all-focus/no-play attitude, they were part of the crew and the day they left for Mount Quetmel, a number of development sites went quiet as the city's workers took a day off to properly wave them off in place of their family. Team:  Azurill F |
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Nature: Adamant |Position: Resistance trainer Other: It's a wrestling match between Bulbasaur and Rapidash. I am a simple and very boring individual. [Read more] |
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Arwen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 268 |
Posted: Wed, 04/11/2020 19:31 (4 Years ago) |
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Their breathing has returned with a struggle, but they were quickly reminded to clamp down on it as their vents released a concerning amount of steam, some of it through the sides of their mouth. They couldn't figure out how to cough, didn't need to. Ah, of course. This was happening now- might as well bring out the full package. Of course. "I... Wasn't prepared to be so quickly confirmed on the city theory. Please, tell me someone here just discovered their ability to warp and it wasn't the World itself playing with us. Otherwise, this long day has gotten even longer." [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 04/11/2020 18:31 (4 Years ago) |
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"I have always been just a Purugly of Northwestern Orre. There's as of yet no evidence to prove the contrary, so being pulled into a mess of legendary making is an unwelcome surprise. There's was no sense in telling them about the form fatigue and the lab, Sputnik wasn't about to be cooed at and asked if got enough sunlight yet. They didn't felt their condition catching up and pulling this new body into disorder just yet, if legendaries could even be susceptible to that- All they need is a quick warning before they are turned back and no one will be bothered. "North is this way- or gargantuan mountains or the city's power lines. At this point, I take any change of scenery, so ready when you are." [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 04/11/2020 17:26 (4 Years ago) |
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Sputnik returned Yorus gaze with the flat optics of their own, before their composure was shattered in a single brittle moment- Not out of fear, although they were able to admit they would rather have that practiced fang-filled smile pointed somewhere else... Worse was the realization that they did *this*. Couldn't the legendaries find a different fool, one with better control of the mouth and mayhaps some functioning empathy to use them with? Their words were always met with eighter a familiar chuckle or a bare acknowledgment through slamming doors just a little louder on their way out. This,, this didn't have a chance to happen since long ago. Sputnik hated how this felt- Like they broke something. Actively chose it and made an impact that would be remembered. Although Yoru behavior might grate on them, they won't be helping anything with their own rotten character- and for all they know, they might just be a kid, grasping at control in the only way they know how to in schemes no one could plan for. They had time to grow out of that, unlike the fool who apparently just *hurt* them. Their tail unwinded itself from their waist to flicker around before settling low, subconsciously wrapping itself above their hind paw for a grasp for control of their own, to hide the barely veiled show of quilt. And they wanted to apologize, they did. But of course, that wasn't something Sputnik is allowed to do. They snapped their face away from Yorus as if burned, and instead immediately gave into the direction their senses were pulling them to with an unconfident amble. Despite being turned away, their words still carried, loud and clear in a way they couldn't bring themselves to fully feel. Maybe the new body didn't change as much about them as they thought it did. "I did not ask for your respect and I am not inclined to believe I deserve nor care for it- What I do wish for is your cooperation. Not even with me, I am an over-glorified compass and you are allowed to use me as a chew toy the moment the rest of you get to safety. But Della here is trying to help you, without a threat in sight- In essence, we both are below her. And with that, we are better off nodding along." [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 04/11/2020 13:30 (4 Years ago) |
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Other than the constant feeling of sunshine-from-nowhere on their face and lightening the darkness of their offlined visor but decidedly on just one side, the next most pressing matter was the fact they couldn't feel their chest expand as they breathed- instead after few moments there was a series of barely audible clicks as minuscule vents opened up at their too-slim waist and let the all very same air out at once. Sputnik wasn't soo far gone as to lack the instinctual horror at being left breathless, but their alien body damped the supposed creeping fear before Sputnik had a chance to even gasp. They stopped reaching to control organs they apparently don't have anymore and let the internals of the mechanic body do as it pleased. And sure enough, when they finally looked down and online their optics to look at the surrounding legendaries, there wasn't any oxygen deprivation to be found. Instead, there was a spark of annoyance as their visor warningly flashed at what they perceived to be Reshirams attempt at a display of dominance. She might shadow both of them, but Sputnik has -had- wounds made by broken lab equipment that proved just how familiar they are with how brawl-types attempting to assert themselves ends, especially if they are so threatened by a bit of scientific jargon. Their hardened face and tone as if they were scolding a wayward child said as much. "That might be because an ordinary Pokemon from your lands would walk into a ditch in flatlands before they would string together a multi-syllabic word to help untangle our situation. If that is your normal, then please, do settle down and be glad that we have such an anomaly as Dalla among ourselves. For both of our sakes." With that hopefully out of the way, Sputnik angled themselves into a lazy stretch that was familiar to all the cats, no matter if were they mechanical fully or just on wheels. With what finally felt like a had a steady hold on the alieness of it all or at least the beginning of one, Sputnik started to slowly pace in tight circles, trying to train the limp out of their hind legs before the journey. There was constact buzz of static leaping between where their visor met their crown and their tail, persistently trying to coax them into stillness- and although it wasn't difficult to fight against it, it was angrily lashing when Sputnik faced a specific direction, never allowing itself to be fully tuned out. Perhaps this is why Alexanders Magnemite was always able to win the game of spinny chairs. Sputnik lost a good amount of gem staches to their unmentioned inbuild cheats, the insolence of it all. "This might be the only situation when a cross hiking trip to nowhere is the soundest course of action, Della. Solgaleos apparent steel typing comes with an inbuilt compass that works without my consent. Unless this place has any other otherworldly surprises for us, I might be able to keep our noggings pointed towards the North Pole, if you wish. Just in case we need to easily return here for the Legendaries to pick us up and collect the apology gift baskets." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 31/10/2020 15:46 (4 Years ago) |
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Name: Afterstorm Species: Silvally (Alternate) Gender: Non-Binary Level: 67 Moveset: Venoschock / Thunderbolt / Surf / Rock Slide (Ability: Battle Armor, but switches to Poison Point if Poison Memory is installed.) Shiny?: No Appearance:  When equipped with Fire Memory installed- It was the disk Afterstorm first arrived with it, but its now scattered across the archipalago in violent, useless scraps. Nowadays, their charismatic disk is Steel that turns their grand crest and tail fin glimmering gray that's constantly eaten away at the edges by venomous violet and lavender Ombré, their sclera a striking tie dye-like mix of white and purple. Their overuse of Poison Disk and their environment has long seeped into their very genetics, and their thick hide is soaked in a corrosive scent that is faded just enough to not outwardly rot your lungs, but potent enough to keep Pokemon five steps away from the spurs on their hind legs on the risk that they could do so if they chose to. Afterstorm muscular body is well-taken care of and is built in a more feline-way, rather than Silvallys trademark canine one. They have complete control over their body, radiating cold poise and the constant threat of barely restrained savagery with every calculated step. Personality: Afterstorm is a picture of precision and control that they easily shatters with how grandiosely their own words betray them in the spur of the moment. They have a nasty habit of saying anything just to pick a fight- ranging from over-the-top insults to blatant disrespect of many legendaries- It stopped being merely an act a long time ago and is now an instinct they can't get a hold of, as they do adore the control, intrigue, and reactions of their opponents. It's a constant act, with one reckless misstep potentially breaking everything- and they do savor the thrill of the game, that might one day end them. Despite their isolation and mind games, they thrive when surrounded by people. Afterstorms years of living in a theatre truly show as they easily fall into telling stories and employing their skillful lying in much more mischievous ways. Despite everything, Afterstorm never stopped loving people, although their wish to connect has long since merged with their destructive self-loathing. They don't want people to stick around long enough to get hurt, so better put on a show and enjoy while it lasts. Backstory: Afterstorms creation is a fuzzy event that they never bothered to remember, as it surely paled in comparison to their life. Ever since they remember, they and their 2 siblings lived in an amphitheater in Lignite Town of Reborn Region, one that doesn't exist in our timeline. Lignite Town was a center of skilled craftsmen and miners, with the amphitheater being the only place of leisure in the constant buzz of hard labor. There, humans and pokemons threw awe-inducing staged fights and plays, before dispersing into the city to at nightfall to assist others and honor crafts of their own. Afterstorm particularly excelled in metalwork and stone carving, expressing complete control over their powers equivalent to that of skilled human hands. There, Afterstorm found a true home in the community and stories they made and share. The people of the town were soo familiar with the trio of masked pokemon that the idea of them being a man-made legendary chimera never came to mind- That was until, many years later, the Elite Four itself attended one of their plays. They saw through their costumes and raised alarm over the impossibility of their existence, but rather than taking them forcefully away they recognized their intelligence and proposed working together to uncover the mystery of their origin. And although Afterstorm wasn't keen on leaving their home behind, they were curious about the world outside and was the first of their siblings to agree. But Reborn was and always will be a region of setbacks and disasters, natural or opposite, and it didn't take long for the topic of their origin to sink lower and lower on Elites Four list of importance. Their siblings quietly returned home but Afterstorm decided to stay, always hungry to see more- And eventually, they got their wish by being put under the watch of Corey Molinar, the poison Gym Leader of Reborn. It has been a clear move to shelf the impossible study with no end where Elite Four wouldn't have to bother anymore, but Afterstorm never cared about the research itself. In Corey Molinar and his team, all disgruntled and venomous just as their poison, Afterstorm found joy in unraveling their personality, digging deeper and deeper with their schemes and words to see the banter-worthy material in them all, much to their exasperation. (One that, admittedly, went from irritated to fond astonishingly fast.) There was a powerful psychic Pokemon that wandered around their toxic gas-filled Gym and always stuck around before the very last match of the day. And after many failed attempts, Afterstorm finally managed to catch up to him before he left- And back then, with everything aligned soo perfectly, falling in love was easy. But Afterstorms story was never meant to be easy- And somehow, years ago, their yet untold story brought them and their only egg to the shores of Fable Island through a collapsing portal. Both of their lives were near fading, but the care of legendary pokemon only managed to bring one of them back. Afterstorm refused to let go of the empty shell before their full recovery, and despite being offered a chance to return home through an ultra wormhole of Light Trio, they buried their egg at the base of Echoing Peak and lived there since then. There, they used their perfectly aligned moves to sculpt a home into the stone itself- but it didn't stopped there, and nowadays they chisel fallen rocks into incredibly life-like statues and shrines that they then carry off somewhere else, where they can be used as shelters for smaller Pokemon or simply make others smile in ways Afterstorm has forgotten how to. Other: [Read more] |
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Arwen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 268 |
Posted: Mon, 26/10/2020 16:27 (4 Years ago) |
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Sputnik signed deeply, dispersing some steam, before dragging a clawed paw across their snout to relieve some tension forming in whatever was left of their fried brain. "Oh, do I wish it was- Unfortunately, nothing life-threatening to snap me out of this. I meant it more in a matter of ‘Did anyone here have a spontaneous heart attack‘ but your concern and smart composure is appreciated." So, Solgaleo. Sputnik might have heard the word once or twice, but couldn't recall much. At least they were still relatively feline, the poor Reshiram waddled like a goose with a brain injury. Sputnik could feel their expression spark with concern and they turned their head upwards, gazing at the sky while trey tried to school it back into neutrality. "This doesn't seem like any cycle of hell I am familiar with, but you might as well put that in drafts too. But Darla - Darma, Delka? I apologize- here might have a more scientific answer for you. I still do know who I am, its just the body that doesn't match anymore. I will tell you when I feel memory loss coming up." [Read more] |
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Arwen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 268 |
Posted: Mon, 26/10/2020 12:50 (4 Years ago) |
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And those were very much not their own legs- With such glossy metallic shine, they might as well be prosthetics. Younger Sputnik might have cried tears of joy at that, the hopeless fool, but Sputnik of today was just irritated to have to deal with another pair. Powerful legendaries, yet they get dizzy as every mortal and can't even bother to carry over a sick cat's mobility aid- But that isn't the fault of *these* exact legendaries, is it? Ah, they will have to store the complaints for meeting the real deal after they get to kick the bucket. Sputniks sensitive ears subconsciously caught onto every word of that Apparently-Not-Endling Cresselia, quietly combining all the information into a coherent thought,, that wasn't actually coherent at all. But she sounded like she was reading off a prescription, and Sputnik knows better than not to gobble up all that information while you have the chance. Doctors orders, then. What a bother, but with their body half-metal-or-more, the earth wouldn't be taking them back anytime soon. They made another attempt at getting up, this time adding body parts they didn't have to bother with for months now into the equation- and their slow amble might have included occasional half-trips when they naturally tried to leave their stiff hind legs behind, but they were moving forward to the assembly of Legends none the less. To getting a better understanding of this mess, just so they know what type of hallucinations these are and how many cups of coffee they have to steal to deal with them later on. "Isn't it lovely to see that I am not the only one feeling like a Kecleon in a bag of Skittles..", they bellowed in an attempt to gain their attention and almost tumbled down again, flinching at how loud their voice could go now. At least they got to keep their gruff timbre, although the added quality of it sounding like playback from a radio made their optics roll. The fabled Pokemon really couldn't keep their hands away from changing anything of theirs, huh. Sputnik wasn't familiar with the shadowy pokemon - but they were soo small. If legends dragged kids into this, Sputnik might have to use the stability given to them to claw Arceuses two wheels into four. "Who we are. And based on ‘shared experiences’, victims to insufferable pristineness and limb disparity, mostly. Did everyone managed to re-learn how to breathe?" [Read more] |
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Arwen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 268 |
Posted: Sun, 25/10/2020 20:14 (4 Years ago) |
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Maybe it was one of *those* afterlives- Sputnik scrunched up their misfortunately sized snout. So their memories of some plea weren't hallucinations of deteriorating mind, but this isn't anymore,, sensible. Well, If helping a bunch of legendaries get home safe was supposed to be the last good thing they do, they take it. Why they had to give them an extravagant makeover for that escaped them, but those legendaries weren't looking that coherent- so it might as well fit. Sputnik took a minor breather and enjoyed the pleasant warmth of steam ticking their face, before they pushed their front legs up, determinately wobbling into a first step- and a cloud of pollen and dust immediately enveloped them as their massive body met the ground with a loud thud when their wheels didn't follow. A surprised yowl attempted to tear its way out of their maw, but all that came out was an unfamiliar shrill roar. Oh, to chuck this in the scrap-it bucket, just what is going on!? [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 25/10/2020 18:02 (4 Years ago) |
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But waking up with those same electric prods sticking out of your head and your fur playing a switch-a-roo and being somehow ridiculously overgrown and minuscule,, Oh, If they were expecting to wake up at all, their uncomfortably flat eyes would pop out of their visor- They have a visor now for Arceus sake! Twin puffs of steam flew from the holes in their face (Oh, good gracious-) as they tiredly forced their oversized head out of their hiding place between their equally oversized paws. And oh, their visor did a hard reset at the sigh they met with- Those are legends, arent they? ... Huh, maybe they really are dead. They didn't need fancy nebulas at the edge of their vision to foresee a headache in the near future. [Read more] |
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Arwen OFFLINE Forum Posts: 268 |
Posted: Sun, 25/10/2020 12:55 (4 Years ago) |
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Character Name: Sputnik- Also called Sputty, although that tends to be immediately followed by them throwing the nearest object at you. (Affectionately) Legendary Pokémon: Solgaleo, Gender: Genderqueer, They/Them Human or Pokémon previously?: Pokemon, Purugly Backstory: As a kitten, they have been diagnosed with a then-unnamed genetical disease and have been handed off to a team of Pokemon researchers and pathologists. They might have never been able to develop a proper cure but Sputnik would never trade their family for the more domestic variant. They didn't allow themselves a lot of happiness in their life, but thought of themselves as content none the less. When they felt like the disease was about to take them for the final time, they wandered off- and the message reached them right as they left everything behind. [Read more] |