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Sadimastika OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 28 |
Posted: Wed, 18/12/2013 20:54 (10 Years ago) |
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Sadimastika OFFLINE Forum Posts: 28 |
Posted: Wed, 18/12/2013 16:48 (10 Years ago) |
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Username: Sadimastika Character name: Alon Amihan Gender: Female Age: 21 Appearance: Click for image Country: Philippines Personality: Having been used to fishing in the island of Siquijor, Philippines, she has grown to be very patient and calm. She loves to creatively experiment in a lot of things, may it be cooking, styles of hunting, crafting weapons and clothing, and so on. Weapon(s): She doesn't really have much, as she prefers setting traps and crafting weapons from what she could find in her surroundings however, the following would be the things she constantly carries with her: • Bolo Knife (Or Iták) - Mainly used as a cutting tool, she rarely uses this as a weapon. • Buntot Pagi (Stingray Whip) - This is a whip made from a stingray's tail. Though the whip already contains toxins, most of the time, she coats it with additional venom from a lionfish. • Ballista - The one the lady is holding in the image. Other: Her name can be interpreted as "Waves from the cool northeast wind" as "Alon" is to "wave" and "Amihan" would be what the locals from her country call the cool breeze from the northeast. As her name suggests, she loves to swim. Though because the weather has turned icy cold from the disaster, it left her frustrated in a way. Password: German [Read more] |
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Sadimastika OFFLINE Forum Posts: 28 |
Posted: Wed, 18/12/2013 15:23 (10 Years ago) |
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Sadimastika OFFLINE Forum Posts: 28 |
Posted: Wed, 18/12/2013 03:08 (10 Years ago) |
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But that doesn't mean it doesn't tick him off though. Twitching as he stopped in his tracks, he could hear the Tyranitar in him growl in annoyance. Something was off tonight. It was not danger that he sensed, but just something that annoyed him. How dare something ruin his moment of peace and quiet right? With that, Caelan huffed in an attempt to understand why he felt this way. Could it be the cold breeze that sent goosebumps all over his spine? Not really. Was it the hooting of the Noctowls? Nope. How about the rustling of leaves? Yes, that must be it. Something was rustling somewhere and it did not sound normal. Boy, the Tyranitar inside Caelan hated things that were out of place. What more could he do but to head towards the source of the noise, denying the fact that he was as curious as a Skitty as well? It was then he saw what seemed to look like an Absol gijinka, helplessly tangled by what used to be a low hanging branch. With an eye twitching, he watched Drew struggle in an attempt to free himself from that harmless tree. Though the Tyranitar gijinka stood quiet in front of the other male, his brain rushed pages of insults directed at what he saw as idiocracy on the Absol's part. "Dialga almighty, you have a horn! For Arceus' sake, use it!" He rudely said aloud, with his palm meeting his forehead in exasperation. The kid... Embarrassed him. Who with a horn like that gets stuck on a branch and not able to use it? Caelan stood there for a while, giving the young lad a few seconds more to redeem himself but when he though that all seemed lost, he stomped his way forward and lifted the branch with one hand, and used the other to tear Drew away from the leafy, tangled mess. As he lifted the Absol gijinka by the collar of his shirt, Caelan was able to see how small he was compared to him. It was not really like him to size other people up and mock their features but being a Tyranitar now, well... He just silently did. Caelan blinked twice as he observed the other gijinka. It was then he found that Drew did not interest him much (probably because of his size) and concluded that he should probably just leave him alone. Caelan released his grip on the boy, purposely letting him fall on the floor. He then swiftly turned and walked away from the other gijinka. Anyway, he wasn't the type who picks up little kids in the dark of the night. That would be too... weird.. And besides, he's a gijinka, he could fend for himself. .. But then again, seeing how Drew struggled against that branch made him think otherwise. Oh why does his conscience have to get in the way now? Caelan stopped in his tracks. He looked back, as if expecting at least something from the younger gijinka. (( So sorry for his attitude D: )) [Read more] |
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Sadimastika OFFLINE Forum Posts: 28 |
Posted: Tue, 17/12/2013 00:22 (10 Years ago) |
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Eyes locked to the black sky, Caelan stared at the stars. The wind blew softly on the open field, rustling the grass around the gijinka. From a distance, he could a couple of bells ring, as some of the Miltank switched positions in their sleep. He sighed in relaxation right before stretching his arms that used to be right under his head. The Tyranitar gijinka sat up and looked around. Everything seems to be clear. There were no Houndour or Houndoom in sight, which was his foster grandparents' concern. They would often snatch a baby Miltank here and there, or steal one of their Chansey's eggs.. Of course, he did everything he could to protect his new home and now with his help, the couple was now able to raise more pokemon for their farm. As the Tyranitar gijinka stood up from his place, he walked around to scout the fields, eventually passing by a herd of Mareep who were peacefully sleeping. He couldn's help but smile. Truth be told, he preferred to live as a shepherd and farmer than anything else. It saves him a lot of trouble, which he currently avoids as much as possible. Sadly, even though battling in the arenas wound his conscience from time to time, he still couldn't help but attend to it sometimes as financial problems still occur. Betting and battling is the surest, fastest way to earn a nice amount of money overnight. How will he help his new family without battling if he chose to quit completely? The thought bugged the gijinka. He did not want to hurt anyone, but at the same time, he also wanted to fully support his foster family. They are the most important people in his life. Caelan looked down, his eyes tinted with sadness. Though he heard a small rumor about a place existing somewhere that is a home for both humans and gijinkas in peaceful harmony, the thought of moving seems like an expensive and unpractical thing for him. They are doing well in this city, cruel as it is to him, and Caelan is not in the position to risk all the hard work his foster grandparents dedicated to that farm. It's not entirely easy to plant all those crops within a short span of time for it to be able to give them enough supplies.. And the big trees took them more than a year to grow. Caelan entered the dirt path and closed the farm gate behind him. Nearby, he gently shook the nape of a sleeping Arcanine just outside its doghouse. "Hey buddy.. It's time for your shift.." Hearing a soft yawn from the fire pokemon, he watched him stretch a bit before getting up on all fours. The Arcanine gave Caelan a small nudge on the chest as a small greeting. The gijinka hugged the fire pokemon in return. Well, at least the Pokemon are nice to him. Bidding the Arcanine good bye, he watched him take his post and guard the herds. It was then Caelan proceeded his way to the city. Perhaps a stroll would soothe his bothered nerves like as it always had. Strolling at night was good for him anyway, as there were not a lot of humans around and it was dark. [Read more] |
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Sadimastika OFFLINE Forum Posts: 28 |
Posted: Fri, 13/12/2013 19:21 (10 Years ago) |
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Sadimastika OFFLINE Forum Posts: 28 |
Posted: Tue, 10/12/2013 20:35 (10 Years ago) |
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Name: Caelan Age: 22 Gender: Male Species: Gijinka Fused with: Tyranitar Appearance: Caelan Personality: He could still remember the time back when he was still a human child, he had a very thick skin for patience and was normally easy-going and care-free. He used to smile a lot, even during challenges and was always the first one to reassure everyone that everything is going to be okay. When he was fused with a Tyranitar at age 10 though, he somewhat found that there could be a lot of things that could get on his nerves. Today as a gijinka, he is easily angered, and would often explode in uncontrollable bursts of thrashing and roaring once he gets ticked off. Oftentimes it would lead him to breaking things and hurting people, which made him quite useful in arenas. He is quite sensitive and emotional you might say, but deep down, he himself is baffled by the different kind of emotions he would often feel that he did not have a clue where it came from. He thought that this was perhaps the true personality of a Tyranitar, which made its species insolent by nature. Steering clear from the raging side, he gets easily amused as much as he is easily angered. Of course, he denies that fact. Also when he is not fuming with rage, he does have a strong sense of justice and fairness. He believes in fair play and as much as possible, he does not take advantage of others' weaknesses as much as his new Tyranitar nature would allow. Some say he has difficulty expressing his real personality as when he is with his foster grandparents (whom he considers his parents), he becomes as gentle and naive as a lost child. It is a fact that his contrasting traits when he was human and his new Tyranitar nature battle for dominance, thus giving him quite a bit of a bipolar attitude. Occupation: He oftentimes fight in the arena as this was the easiest way for him to vent out all the emotional confusion from being fused with a Tyranitar and its nature. Sometimes he regains his senses and feels guilty and compassionate (especially after fighting against very young and innocent gijinkas), and would tend to run away from his masters to pursue a better occupation instead. As he is a very confused gijinka, his masters were not bothered by him running away anymore after a few escapes as he ends up running back to them after a period of time. As a part time, he tries his best to stay away from all the fighting and work on his anger management by serving as a construction worker or part of a demolition team. During his younger years as a gijinka though, he used to be an arsonist. History: Young Caelan used to engage sports during his elementary years. He loved to play soccer, swim, finish hurdles, clear obstacle courses... Basically, he was as agile as a monkey as a kid. He loves to outrun everyone and compete in races, which could be the reason he caught the interest of scientists. As their sole intention was to boost a Tyranitar's speed by fusing it with a young, athletic runner, they invited Caelan for this type of experiment, informing him that he will receive incredible strength in return. Of course, naive as he was back then as he wanted to participate in strength-based sports too, he wholeheartedly agreed to it, not knowing that they were going to fuse him with a pokemon. He found that he could not escape his fate as the damage was irreversible and so was kept in the lab for a couple more years. Later on, the experiment failed as Tyranitar's nature outpowered the boy's agility. Caelan now became slower in movement, though he was still a tad faster than an ordinary Tyranitar. This however, did not please the scientists at all. Caelan was disposed of and let loose and the young lad had no choice but to survive on his own. Pushed around by humans for being different, Caelan had no choice but to participate in illegal battles as he believed that this was the only place where gijinkas like himself belong. He used the feeling of loneliness and longing for his family as his strength to battle, as his guilt for being selfish enough to leave them behind in exchange for power was too much to bear. As he was relocated to another region during the transformation without no clue of finding home, this made going back seem like an impossible mission now that he is transformed into a creature despised by humans. As a form of revenge, he would sometimes join arsonists in illegally burning houses down, thanks to his fire blast technique developed back in the lab. Of course, he grew tired of it as there was little to no money on this and so decided to work full time in the arena. As years passed by with him battling others, he thought that maybe there is another way for him to live without hurting others. Severe violence especially towards those who were only forced to fight seemed wrong in his eyes and soon enough, he succeeded in attempting to escape the battlegrounds. Unlike boxing or martial arts, being a sporty kid back then, he understood that the players showed respect with each other. In this world, it was different. He felt the pain of his opponents who have already surrendered, and yet he still was required to attack until they lose consciousness. The battles were brutal and it was unjust. He tried running away a lot of times, but end up returning - enraged after being denied of a proper occupation by humans. However, during one of his escapes, he found an empty field where he thought he could vent out his deep-seated anger and confusion towards the world. There he raged about, wrecking havoc on the poor soil until he could no longer feel rage but sadness. Strange as it may look for a tenacious gijinka, but Caelan wept. He did not know for how long he had strained his eyes from sobbing but the next thing he felt was his rage attempting to come back to him again when a gentle hand touched his shoulder. It was an old lady and his husband. This was then the gijinka realized that he had not just destroyed an empty field, but a farm worked so hard by the couple and their herd of Miltanks and Tauroses. As his fists tightened, expecting to be hated for what he had done, he surprisingly received forgiveness. There was something in this old couple that tore through his thick armor and touched his heart. The way they understood his feelings inspired him to change and though he would oftentimes fail to control his anger being a Tyranitar and all, the couple never gave up on him as they saw his potential to do good. Now, he found himself working for a demolition team and a construction worker, using his strength to lift large steel bars and moving heavy equipment, thanks to recommendations from his foster Grandfather. Though sometimes he still gets picked on by other people, at least there was a slight improvement in his behavior. Of course, he fails from time to time which gets him returning to the arena either for emotional gratification or financial issues. Family/Relationships: His real family is alive somewhere else in this world, he just have to figure out how to get there. Right now, he lives with his foster Grandparents: Arturo and Felicia. He has no interest in anyone as of yet. Other: He obviously lacks speed, and so he diligently jogs a few rounds every dawn throughout the city in an attempt to bring back his agility as a human child. Of course, he still has a long way to go and so he can only rely on his defense and attack to survive any form of bullying. He also has a soft spot for children and grass types, not because it's his type weakness literally, but he learned to love gardening and farming. [Read more] |