First Generation. (Pokemon RP; Semi-Lit; OPEN!)

[ossa di cervo]

Accepted! And yes, level does matter, I just figured that would be obvious. xD If anymore questions come up about that, I'll add it to the rules. :3

I'm working on my post right now, everyone. I promise I'll either have it up tonight, or tomorrow. Thank you for the support and whatnot. DD

[ossa di cervo]

And we'd both go, down together; we'd stay there forever. Just try to get up.
Christian Stark
And I'm sorry, this wasn't easy, when I asked you, "Believe me, and never let go."

Christian woke, though it wasn't very evident. A hand reached out from under a mound of blankets and grabbed the pack of gum that was laying on the desk next to it. It took a moment or two to find the gum, and the hand knocked the clock that had red glowing numbers over before finding the treasure. It grasped the gum quickly and zipped back under the mound. After a few movements from under the blankets, which were striped with blues and greens, a groan could be heard. Then the blankets exploded with motion as a boy sat up straight in a quick movement. His torso tore itself away from the sheets and a head of half purple, half blue hair could finally be seen.

Christian sat upright for a moment before his jaws began to move in a steady chewing motion and his hand slammed down on the desk again, laying the gum back on the end table. A few moments of head scratching and gum chewing had to be done before Christian swung his legs out of the bed and walked over to a dresser in his room. He tossed a few pairs of jeans around before throwing a pair on his bed with a shirt and small tie. It looked more or less like a school uniform as the boy tossed the articles of clothing on, but it was something Christian was well known for: His uniform like clothing, and odd hair.

He trotted downstairs, his hair bouncing with his motions to find his mother sitting at the table, "Christian?" She turned her face to look at him and smile, "I wasn't sure if I was supposed to wake you, but Professor Oak is looking for you. He said it was important." She smiled again and patted his cheek with a hand and Christian raised a brow, "He was looking for.. Oh, right!" The boy's eyes grew wide as his memory came back and he rushed out the door, "Sorry mom, I might be back later! If not, then, well.. Bye for a few days!" He laughed as he raced through the door and across Pallet Town.

Christian had forgotten entirely about the fact that he was supposed to get his first poke'mon today. So were the others in town today, too. He was probably either really late, or really early. Christian hoped he was early as he raced across the small town toward the Professor's place. He approached the large double doors and sighed, it looked like no one else was there. He slowed a little as he got closer, hoping he didn't look to horribly desperate, but he still walked speedily toward the doors. Once close enough, he threw one of them open and stood in the door-way. There was no one around but the Professor and his pupils, so Christian sighed again, placing his palms on his knees.

"Christian! I knew you'd be first. You're always so early." Christian looked up to see Professor Oak standing before him and he smiled widely, "Oh, geez, Prof, I dunno about that! Do I have to wait for the others?" Professor Oak shook his head lightly and motioned behind him, "I'd like that, but since it doesn't seem like the others will be arriving for another few hours or so, I'll let you have one early." The Professor smiled as Christian rushed past him, toward the line of poke'balls laying on a table in small stand like contraptions. Each had a picture of a poke'mon in front, though there only seemed to be three kinds available, there were more then one of each and Christian couldn't help but be drawn toward the greenish one. His hand reached out and he grasped the ball tightly in his hands, "Oh, that's a Bulbasaur. There a grass type." Christian only faintly heard the Professor's voice as he nodded vigorously, "I'll take this one."

The Professor laughed lightly as he placed a hand on Christian's shoulder, "Would you like to give it a nickname of your own?" Christian stared down at the poke'ball for a few moments before opening his mouth, "Blitz. We'll make a perfect team, Blitz and I." Christian looked up and smiled largely, "Now I just have to find the others. Maybe we can have a few poke'mon battles!"

((Sorry it took so long everyone, but it's finally here! It's not a perfect post, but yes, Professor Oak will be an NPC, and I decided to have this as the first event just so everyone could battle or somethin' and get to know each other or whatever. X_x))

[WalkerNom]

~|Yayz! You finally posted! I couldn't wait much longer, lol. Sadly enough, I have to get ready for bed right now and I have no time to post :l I'll get my post in either tommorrow morning or later that afternoon!|~

[Kalaia]

♥ . ♫ Remalia ♫ . ♥

She was known as 'the spanish girl in the kimono' to the settlers of Pallet Town who did not train or raise pokémon. To all of the pokémon enthusiasts of the town, however, she was known by name as Remalia, the kind and gentle daughter of Tanori, who just so happened to be the best Poké-Center nurse in a hundred mile radius. This morning Remalia was in the Poké-Center bright and early, as usual, cradling a baby Vulpix in her arms and stroking between its ears as she listened to her mother. "Are you sure you want to do this, Remalia?" Tanori's concerned voice remained quiet enough for only Remalia to hear, and her eyes stayed focused on a Pidgey's wing as she tenderly built a cast around the broken bone. "Yes, I'm sure. I know that it'll be... different... but I think I'll really enjoy it." Remalia's voice was sweet and soft, sounding almost like it should be coming from someone a few years younger than herself. The Pidgey chirped sharply as Tanori touched a tender spot, and the nurse immediately bent over the young bird, speaking softly to it in a motherly manner until the pokémon settled back down. Remalia's mother set her gentle gaze on her daughter and sighed softly as a smile grew on her lips. "Well, if you're sure, Remalia." Her eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, then back to her daughter. "You'd better get going." Suddenly feeling the excitement of her upcoming adventure rushing through her veins, Remalia kissed the Vulpix on the forehead and placed it on the counter, then ran out of the building. The red ribbons twirling from her hair were the last thing her mother saw.

As Remalia approached Professor Oak's headquarters, she slowed down and nervously began preening at her hair with her fingers, making sure that every strand was in place. Clearing her throat softly, she entered the building. Immediately feeling welcomed by Professor Oak's warm smile, Remalia relaxed quite a bit as she stood before him, bowing her head in respect. "Remalia!" greeted Professor Oak in his booming voice. "Early as well, hmm? Well, I guess you're used to it, helping your mom at the Poké-Center and all." He laughed, enticing a shy giggle from Remalia as she nodded in response. "Well, Christian has already chosen his pokémon," Oak stated as he made a gesture with an open hand toward Christian; Remalia, shy as usual, looked over at him and blushed before quickly looking away. The Professor didn't comment on the exchange, but there was a mischevious gleam in his eye as he continued; "Why don't you go ahead and pick one out for yourself as well?"

Excitement began to rise in Remalia's chest again as she made her way to the table. Once she was close enough, she reached out a delicate finger, sliding it along the top of the table where the pokéballs sat. "Hmm.." she murmured softly to herself as she looked over all three pictures before her. She had seen all three pokémon before at the Poké-Center, but their small city saw mostly the local wildlife - Pidgeys, Rattatas, occasionally some bug types. The only times she saw pokémon like these at the Center were when trainers from larger cities passed through.

Even though she had never even seen a pokémon battle before and was clueless about their abilities and strategies, she knew quite a bit about them biologically just from working with her mother. Immediately she knew each pokémon's element, though that was fairly obvious to most. And she had seen enough burned grass pokémon and sizzling fire pokémon to know which of these three elements had the upper hand on the others. Her brows furrowed as she tried to remember the connection between water and plant type pokémon - which one was stronger than the other? Almost immediately her concern was lost, though... she knew in her heart that she wasn't going to really try to pick the strongest one. She was going to pick the one that she thought was the cutest.

Slowly she reached out and lifted her selected pokéball off the table. "Aaah, you have chosen a Charmander! That's a-" "Fire type." Remalia's soft voice interrupted Professor Oak's. With a proud smile, Oak continued, "That's right! Would you like to give it a nickname?" Remalia paused, thinking about this for a moment. When she answered, there was a certain satisfied smile on her lips and carried through on her voice. "I'll call him Red." Oak placed a hand on her shoulder, ushering her over to where Christian and Oak's colleagues were gathered. "Red it is, then!"

Professor Oak returned to the table to write something in his pad, and Remalia suddenly found herself surrounded by strangers - a few she had never met before, but she recognized most of their faces from around town and the Poké-Center. Christian stood out to her, mostly because he wasn't wearing a lab coat - but she did notice that he was nicely dressed, like a professional in an office or something. The hair played a part in catching her eye as well. Smiling shyly at him, she asked in her soft voice, "Are you getting your first pokémon today, too?"

[WalkerNom]

~|So sorry I'm late for my intro! I updated Felicia's Picture...Same applies as in the form with a few exceptions. OMG! I haven't ever written this much in an RP, ever!|~
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The sun glinted through the window of Felicia's room, shining an irritating ray of light into her eyes. She pulled her covers over her head with a moan. She loathed everytime this happened, right when she wanted to sleep in, the sun intruded on her morning. She was definatly a night person. Once she was ready to wake up, which took about 20 minutes, she pulled the covers back off her head and sat up in her bed. She looked around her room, the scattered mess of god knows what on her floor. Her mother always pestered her about cleaning it but naturally, she refused.

She threw her legs over the edge of her bed with a stretch and yawn. She tried everything she could to take as long as possible to get ready in the morning. She glanced over at her clock, it wouldn't go off for at least an hour or two later, this was how early she had gotten up this morning. Her gaze zeroed in on the time, and her eyes grew wide with panic. I'm late! her mind screetched. All in a hurry, she pulled on a random pair of clothes and pulled her unbrushed hair into a ponytail. She was quite satisfied with the results, she didn't look like someone who had gotten ready for the day in about 5 minutes.

Why was she getting up so early? Well, today was a special day for her. Today she was going to meet Professor Oak and get her very own pokemon! She was never allowed to own one before, her mother was always terrified of their powers so she forbidded Felicia from them, untill now. Ever since she can remember, she has been striving to get under her mother's skin by breaking rules, refusing to do chores, and having a secret life with pokemon. Ever since, she has been researching pokemon and their abilities behind her mother's back. Today was no different and today was the most important of them all.

She raced to the front door of her small one-story house. It only needed to be big enough for her mother and her, so they didn't need a large house. "Where are you going in such a rush?" her mom scolded her. Eager to get going, she ignored her and burst out running down the street. She didn't have a problem with Pallet Town, it was mainly her mom that she was mad at. She liked that the town was a small humble place opposed to a busy one.

She bounded down the streets of the town, almost bursting with excitment to get to the Professor's place. It wasn't too far from where she lived, but it still took her awhile to get there, even running the whole way. She ran almost everyday through the town, just to get out of the house, so she was well prepared for the journey. She imagined bursting through the door all late into a room full of people and interupting their excitment as well. She hated when that happened, it always happened to her when she loathed the idea of it. Perhaps today would be different, it has been so far.

The professor's place had come into view and she found herself running even faster towards it. A huge smile running across her face as she neared the door. She pulled open the handle and walked in, it was the slowest pace she had gone today since she had woken up. She spotted Professor Oak talking to two others who had already picked out their pokemon. "Sorry to interupt, Professor" she stated as she walked up closer to him. If she hadn't respected the man like a father, she wouldn't have been so nice to him. "Ah, Felicia, I was wondering when you'd show up..." he said with a grin on his face. He must have been happy to see the others so excited about their first pokemon.

She smiled at him and almost immediatly turned her attention to the table holding the brand-new pokeballs, equiped with thier very own pokemon. "Well, are you going to choose yours? Or what?" the Professor asked. "Thank you" she said as she tried her hardest to not run over to the table. She contemplated each pokeball and the small plaque in front with the pokemon that was inside. Her attention was drawn to a turtle-like pokemon called a "Squirtle". She picked the pokeball up and examined it closer, "Thats a great choice" the Professor said behind her. "I'll call him Azule...We will make a great team" she said, gripping the ball tighter.

She was so overwhelmed about the pokemon, that she hadn't even noticed that her best friend Christian was here. "Christian!" she yelled at him, raising her arm in the air to give him a high-five. She knew she interupted him and the dark haired girl's beginning of a conversation, she meant to. She had no reason to be pleasant to the girl, she didn't know her. "Who could miss that blue hair of yours anywhere?" she asked in a slightly quieter tone. This was one of her friendly jokes, she knew she had no room to talk with her right now purple hair, soon she would dye it a different color. "Got yourself a pokeball yet?"

[Mardigraskit]

Character Name: Alexander *Alex* Vipe
Age: 14 ?
Gender: Male
Description: (Things you can't see if you have a picture, a description if you have no picture.)
Brief Personality: Alex is mysterious,arrogant,all around dense. But if your a good enough friend,he`ll open up ....sorta. He adores his pokemon,Silo,and the pokemon as a similar personality.

My Party!
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Silo
Bulbasaur
Tackle
Growl
(Move 3)
(Move 4)

[ossa di cervo]

((Sorry Mardigraskit, I don't think you're exactly what this RP is looking for..
Great first posts so far everyone. ))

[Zwei]

-Zeeli Foundman-
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Zeeli walked down the streets of Pallet Town. She was going to be real late to the Professors Lab, but that's why she had gotten up early. So that she could bask in Pallet Towns glory while she still could. She had already given her mushy good byes to her mother and younger sister, whom she knew she would not likely see until after her adventure. She was never good with goodbyes. That was another reason she had gotten up early, as she knew that the goodbyes would last forever as well as her short walk. She wanted to gaze into the towns beauty while she could, as the wonderful trees were bristling and Pok'emon sputtered around. She would miss her home, and Zeeli could feel the tears trying to push up against her eyes. I will enjoy the adventure. I will not cry about what I miss. She scolded herself, trying not to ruin the wonderful moment with the fury of her tears.

Finally approaching the lab, she could tell others had already gotten their pok'emon, as they were talking and eagerly waiting for their adventure. Holding her breath, she stepped forwards and the automatic door swung open. When inside the lab, she started taking slow intakes of air. She hoped that she would not be called 'Four Eyes' or 'Clumsy Critter', as some of her old class mates had named her. She bit her tongue, and continued walking to Professor Oak. "Ah, Zeeli! You're kind of late, the others have already chosen their partners." 'I kind of noticed.' Zeeli thought, hoping they still had some good poke'mon.

She ran-walked to the table in which the poke'mon were being held in their circular components called 'Poke' Balls'. Zeeli had researched the Poke' Balls that held the poke'mon and kept them at your side, yet she had never seen one before. 'They will be critical to my adventure.' Zeeli thought as she examined one of the Poke' Balls. "That is Squirtle." Professor Oak informed her. "Hmm... Water beats fire... Grass beats water..." She tried to think of all the strategic methods she could use to even defeat her opponents grass type. She knew that Squirtle would be a wonderful asset to her team. "I'll take Torrent here, then." She smiled, tossing the ball in her hand, lightly.

Then a sudden 'clunk' happened, and Zeeli was on the floor. "Ouch." she muttered. Of course she fell over. "This is why I will never wear heels." She groaned, rubbing her chin. She sat awkwardly on the floor, and when her eyes squinted open, she could see a little blue face smiling at her, a little blurry. "Squirtle. Squirt, Squirtle." After scrambling to find her glasses, she stood up and wiped off the critical tool she needed to be able to see. Pushing them up to their original place between her two eyes, she wiped off the dirt from her jeans and t-shirt. Then she looked down, then at the Poke' Ball she had dropped, and then back at the Squirtle she had named 'Torrent'. Picking up the Poke' Ball, she wiped it off as well.

"Oops."

((Sorry for the lateness, I'm not really good with beginning posts. As soon as I get used to role playing Zeeli I'll reply sooner/faster. :3))

[Pinklie]

~|Sorry for the late post!|~

~Ren~

Ren woke up with a yawn and rubbed his eyes wearily. Taking a quick glance at his Wartortle clock he noticed he had slept in on a day that was circled in bold red marker on his calender of various pokemon; the day he would get his first pokemon. Ren swung his feet over to the side of his bed then rushed to put on some clothes. Ren raced down stairs and quickly said,
"Hi Mom! Gotta go! Bye!"
"No you're not! Eat your breakfast!", his mother replied pulling him back inside before he could race off.
"Are you sure about going out on an adventure?" his mother said worriyngly. "You can hardly find your way home!"
" It's fine mom I'll have Professer Oak's help anyway."After eating several pieces of toast with some jam spread on top, Ren's mom reluctently let him go. He then went running out the door causing several Pidgey to move out of the way.

Soon enough the reckless boy found himself way past his destination. After retracing his steps, Ren found himself in front of a one-story building that looked pretty new; this was where proffeser Oak worked. He knew Oak becuase of his father. His dad was a reshearcher and often worked with Oak on projects. Once he entered, Ren was greeted with a
"Just like always! Late and headstrong!"
"Hi, Professer Oak." Ren replied, his cheeks red with embaressment. He walked over to where three pokeballs lay and picked up the one closet to him,then asked
"Are these the ones I'm suposed to choose from?"
"Yes and the one your hold is quite the feisty one, Charmander, the fire-type."
He looked down at the pokemonball, and remembered the Charmander as the lizard-like pokemon that tried to burn up his father's pants with his tail when they were studying basic pokemon. He smiled then said to Professer Oak
"I'll call him Flare."

Proffeser Oak nodded then scribbled down something on a piece of paper then said,
"You might want to familerize yourself with the other people who've gotten their first Pokemon." He swung his head toward where a boy with weirdly colored hair and two girls were standing.

[fishbait]

Character Name: Grace
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Description: Grace's Outfit This is just a quick sketch of her outfit. The red and white things on her belt are her pokeballs. Her hat says "Sometimes Say Never." And I'm pretty sure you can guess the rest. XD
Brief Personality: Grace has a bubbly, over-confident personality. She always thinks she can do anything if she puts her mind to it - which she often does. Grace will never give up, even if she is on the bridge of failing. She will also do anything for a friend, for she is extremely loyal. Grace will stand up for anything she believes in and will certainly voice her opinion. Her favorite activity would be taking long walks outside and trying to spot/catch different Pokemon. She can be a little moody now and then though, one moment happy and joyful, the next angry and determined.

My Party!

-No Nickname-
Bulbasaur
Tackle
Growl

((I can make a guy if you need one...))